...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
8.30.2018
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in the fallow season,
between every breath,
the empty watchful space,
following one heartbeat and waiting
expectantly,
hopefully,
for the next,
the glory of God shimmers
too quick for all but the prayerful
and the children
to behold
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