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Wally
Wally
12 to watch, the number of souls to save
this morning on the globe…above our goals God
soars so fine, so oblique as to hamper all that
follows; He hastens forth this day as moments tick
by our folly; for gathered in the midst of all towering graces are four who know the way –
brethren, but three are
bound to silence this question:
How does he let this pass?
With one deep breath, life will hearken you,
Answer you with ancestral deep regret,
Your offspring’s sterling moments,
Your present second’s lasting debt…
What thought holds the key to decipher such codes
And warnings? What succinct wish pulls all syntax from
Confusion?
Oh, too many nagging questions. Let’s just agree to this:
One day you hold solid mass between your teeth, the next
It lays in splendor at your feet; today it carries you forward
Unto another day, another night, another way of being;
That is law, that is truth,
That is faith unseeing.
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