Musings of a peripatetic wannabe-sage
...a barely thematic journey through my tangentizing mental life...
Glory, wrapped in stained flesh, loved
Straining past now, through the vastness of moments behind and before, I reach the end of my capacities and he is still here, loving me.
(C) Laura Springer
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
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