Saturday, September 12, 2009


If I suffer, let me suffer.
If I mourn, let me mourn.
If I fail, let me fail.
I want to know my limits.

Death is a comfort.
Endings and emptyings
Nothing but relief.
I know that I live on a timeline.

Know me for my sins.
Weaken and break me.
Call me out for my faults.
Remind me that I'm so small.

Not glaring but glowing,
My finitude in an infinite world.
Strength is less than enough;
Faith abounds to compensate.

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