
Walking out with it.
Never looking back again.
Hey Father,
I know that you gave me a purpose. Something to be. Something to do. I'm sorry that I tried to walk away from you. And that for years and years I walked further and further away.
I see it again.
We are the road agents. The ones standing on the edges waiting to pounce. To be advocates, and voices in the wilderness. I'm here again. You asked if I would be willing to lose everything. I said yes.
You took it.
When I talk to the kids about their new place and living with m. I know how much you have taken.
But I'm loving you again.
I trust you.
You don't know how fucking hard that is. But you told me that it would be worth it.
Amen.
"Liberty and Freedom"
File under Virtue.
File under Virtue.
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You know your assignment. I'll be watching.
i love the title. all i can say is i acted tonight, and the past few years, as a scared man. the destruction i am so good at, the anger, the malice, the blackness, the fear i can instill with words, the pain i can translate through the space between humans - all of this is an account of my fear. it is like i am two men in one. both destroyer and monk.
and i also know satan finds work for idle hands. i also know while there are many in the body who would like to tell us the greatest lie is that satan doesn't exist, that simply isn't true. the greatest lie we can encounter is "we, the individual, are the most important." There is no greater lie than self interest, self anything. to act out of a self centered paradigm is the most absent midned reckless thing we can do.
immediately i am subdue by this, by the idea of being a non essential. immediately i am freed by this. hopeful that i can begin to look outward instead of inward.
I see it again.
Steaming ruins and hope.
We are there for the one and nothing else. And we know what it put us here for.
I know that you know what I mean.
In death we all have names. Their names were G. and Ja. and Anon. and, and, and.
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