The place I'm at - resembling, masquerade parading as strange - face to face with my Image and Likeness, natural as air...
Is this the fellowship of suffering?
Is this the landscape to which You woo soujourners?
Is this the long hallowed fullfillment of expectation where men become lions and women, Queens?
I have been here before...carries the scent of rememberance, an entrenchment in memory. A paved place strange and inviting, dark and comforting...the depth of humanity, grasping, loosing itself into the fullness of my experience.
I am!
Broken, yet knowing the Embalmer who sutures loss and binds anguish...
I am!
Let my broken soul fly and my alloy fragmented intellect pierce your horizon, let this thornfully tormented body be raised...
I am and will be though my humanity threatens to tear its limbs from its spirit, the same begs for a God....holy and true, One who will extend the ancient decree of mercy's triumph over judgement, forgiveness in penetance. This...because, my own depraved constitution cannot acost the Great Approachable One...
In this longing fall You find me, in this unquenchable stagger I am known by Him who knows me. Raised not in the disobedient winds of the prince of the air, threatening to dislodge a man off his solid rock foundation, never minding miry clay with your footprints in it...a dreary territory long hazed over by the power of salvation...I have long been lost....
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