The powerful and enticing character of death sometimes sweeps over me like pelting sheets of freezing rain. In this fast paced narrative of destruction I find myself out on the edge of time, relentlessly attempting to avoid the closure of the legendary gates of the garden, but to no avail. The direction now, however, is not to be found in an elusive past, but is rather to be connected to a future imagined life in the illumined city; and God will be there, somewhere.
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
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