every time I meditate on the Name
I unleash a thousand devils--
every time I try to do good those devils
gain strength and wreck every mildness
that can be wretched from the chaos of process--
every time I fail in my merely human effort
the weights of karma weigh me down
until there is nothing left in which I can believe
and draw fortitude from--
what is it about the idea alone of God
that brings out every flaw and failing
in this creation--this soul-crushing mystery
of the imperfect creation of a perfect God?
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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