Saturday, July 14, 2012

Learning Fast as Paint Peels

Clueless

This is me,
no persona,
no

voice besides my
own, me who
finally

sees it's about
the children
and

you and me
and that
sadness

still complicating my
life. You
would

think I would've
remembered by
now:

I'm not Jesus.
I'm not
anyone

besides a person
who cares
deeply,

loves unconditionally sans
wisdom. Will I
ever

be able to
discern on
my

own, living a
little less
clueless?
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