The veneer is peeling away,
the finish worn bare,
the glue stiffened into ineffectuality –
I’m coming apart at the seams.
Existence is running everywhere ahead
of my disheartened imagination,
never for the life of me accepting the idea
of a truth forever beyond my grasp;
an ignorance that not only belongs to me
but which is inescapably who in the world I am.
O child of God, pray that such an imposed humility
might somehow lead to a deeper encounter.
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