Bruised knees
beset and overwhelmed
by guilt
lack of self-control
desire for self-righteousness
a cacophony of thoughtsandimagesandalltoomildrepentance
And he picks out
the whimper
for relief
from myself
it doesn’t come from
feeling bad enough
chanting the right mantra
pleading the right bargain
The Son is forced
upon my mind
and my heart
clears
right
up

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The Mountain
looms up
beyond the horizon.
The wasteland howls.
The chaff is driven
here
and there.
The seed falls to the ground
and dies,
but is not shaken.
The sapling stretches up,
planted by a stream
flowing from
The Mountain,
which looms a little closer.
The tree forgets the howling
when the shadow of
The Mountain
falls across its leaves.
But the chaff is always driven
here
and there.
The Mountain
looms closer,
but still beyond the horizon.
The [...]

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