boy do I get tired of being a blowhard
for realities I can barely cope with myself...
but all of us reach that point
where all we know and belief and love seems
no longer to be...and the actuality is enough to almost crush
the most enlightened entities (even Jesus on the cross
cried "Father, why hast thou forsaken me?"...not even Father...
but abba..."Dad") the Afterlife may hold all the wonders of God
but the earth...for all its beauty...is still the dark
dirty dangerous valley of desolation
and every second of every minute of every day
we in our forgetful skins must remember that
and draw strength from that...now let this blowhard
as put upon as you are get off his soapbox
and submit to the hard beauties of judgment and mercy...
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