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God Is Not

Just we, inflamed by lust still pine with hungry hearts for something we may never understand, we beneath the font of purest grace, led by hope that God may be defined. And what is this...not God? And where? There is the wondering... The soul is the only place to look. But then, you won't get a definitive guide there. Nor is it fair. No, not fair. Not... Is not a paradox? Only God may speak of God. Yet from the sound of crying in the night, there may arise perceptions new, quite alien...or not. But not you--not I... and...not God. ~

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