...trudging into the distance in the bleeding stinking mad shadow of Jesus...the Lord out of dust had created him, had made him blood and nerve and mind, had made him to bleed and weep and think, and set him in a world of loss and fire... --Flannery O'Connor
12.11.2007
I had no time to Hate
I had no time to Hate -- Because The Grave would hinder Me -- And Life was not so Ample I Could finish -- Enmity --
Nor had I time to Love -- But since Some Industry must be -- The little Toil of Love -- I thought Be large enough for Me --
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