From whom does your life
have its license to live?
Not from Rome or Scriptures
or fine-robed Interpreters--
not from parent or teacher,
policeman or mayor.
Your frame can be governed
but your heart heeds the One
as butterflies do
aloft in a breeze
over leaf and flower
in tune with The Will.
Enclosed please find
within you a church
never built, yet nearer
than one breath away.
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