“… words for cousin on her way home …”
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To be unbended
“… duty of the indomitable …”
The math of the craft
“… in plain site …”
No dial tone
“… on our humanity …”
Those darkened gates
“… why they congregate …”
The quench
“… their idolatry …”
Is there purpose?
As I wanderand ponderthe intricaciesof the grand designrenderedby the handsof the Almighty…and my rolein it –beesching wisdom while doing battle with inclinations and evil spiritsthat declare that I ain’t worthy –is there purposein my lurkingotherwise knownas that omnipresent searchfor God’s face? Hard pause –as I yield backmy timein the form of me –your humble servantShunContinue reading “Is there purpose?”
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