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Wanting March 10, 2017

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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When there is no preaching left

and another season of Lent is in the books

where will I find myself?

Where will you be found?

Wanting.

Mercy is a sacred conception

melting in the hands of the worldly

so doesn’t it melt in every human hand?

Where can it be found whole and unsullied?

Nowhere.

If there is no frontier out of our grasp

then we own a disembodied fear of being lost

in the badlands between our needs and wants

and how do we avoid those dangerous paths?

Don’t.

Forgetting the summer and regretting the Fall

I have lessons to learn throughout winter

but how do I learn from the cold and lingering snow?

Do I have enough wood to keep me secure?

No.

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