I sit in silence
waiting for the whisper. of Lighting and Thunder!
or mice
or feathers. I untether my heart
and before I start it is gifted back with a mitigation.
Such frustration in a wide angle shot.
yet as tight shots go it is skilled in His trust.
I fight the dust that fights to find me still.
I will and I must bring back to ballast.
Why do I fight when I know I am right?
can I not just veer left to avoid the cleft?
yet that centering motion has many a meaning.
Translation:
I'll continue to be foolish if G-d deems it necessary.
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