A tender
child The great fear of death was once for me the end of self.Now it’s the resurrection, again and again, from the fields of stone towards a conscription into battle where the enemy is always myself. Another
lifetime beginning from scratch, far from
heaven, a tender child to face anew the test of
mettle, the suffering of desires (met or
unmet), to don yet another false suit of
congeniality and compliance while living covertly
under the compulsion of human ignorance,
isolation, cowardice and sin. O child of
God, the deeper your renunciation, the nearer
you are to His open arms.
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