20 May 2018

Human freedom is often exercised as rebellion.  This disagreeable truth is made more unpleasant by how  little it is recognized.

Lord, help me weave cloaks of confidence, Help me breathe prayers of delight,
Fill my heart with desires for you.
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Many believe we are on a narrow way,
    Jots, specks of creation who rest uneasy
    Among spiraling stars and violent dust?
Our precarious flesh, ghostless many would say,
Is nought but twisted coils of that very dust.

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