Friday, July 4, 2014

Finitude of finitudes. And where do we find Thou face in such darkness?  Abide in the globule of light residing in the heart our of race—since the beginning of beginning, and let us lie this weariness we carried in our bosom in your infinite love.  Day and night we walk towards extinction; our bones brittle with fear.  My throat weak from calling Thy name.  Why won’t you hear us and lift us from our prison, oh Lord of lords?  For I’m stumbling in the frightening night like a big, round, lonesome weed.

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