Dearest Christ,
Every morn you paint the sunrise,Illumining a different landscape each time,Inspiring the day before us.We are in awe at the ineffable beauty,Lighting the hills and the plains.
Show me such grand celebration,That I may have a hand in this Creation;Please teach me this artistry,From You, the Master Himself,That with divine technique becomes,The expression of Pure Love.
Refined Sensibilities Whereby the Inner Tolerance & Outer Resistance Have
Been Compromised by an All Too Swift Development
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Development of any kind is rarely manifest in equal apportions of
progressiveness. Nature spurts and spills, with shoots and runners,
propelling into life ...