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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