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Outside Your Darkened Door

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

north (draft)

To the conundrum of love and its bearing on faith,
To the point of lost bearings, in proximity
To truth, to home, to vast ignorance and cruelty –

Two idiots in motion, and the space between;
I know that there’s a God behind this somewhere,
And I tremble.
Posted by Jennifer S. at 4:26 PM

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