they came today
to carry away
not the sum of all reason
could issue the stay
how utterly futile it came to be
without the will to fight
without the will to flee
"We have this treasure in earthen vessels"
Why would I turn to climb up a bank, down which I so easily strode?
Yet, the impending dread of the water's chill keeps me frozen here.
Or is it the fear of a raging boil that has soldered my feet?
What if I step in and find the water no different than the air I leave? I will have journeyed this path for nothing.
I wish I could fly.
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In the stillness, You are there Lord.
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