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Relinquishment The one who being in very nature God,
ruler over all things,
he made himself nothing
now, that is something.
Really, it's everything.
Which is why I probably should have titled this poem
how nothing became everything.
Here's how it happened:
Abba! Nothing is impossible with you!
Let this cup of suffering pass me by!
Not my will, but
your will be done.
I still have questions.
Labels: poetry
posted by John David Walt | at 3/04/2008 11:16:00 PM | 6 comments
Monday, March 03, 2008
March 3, 1967 No man is the son of knowledge if he is not also the son of poetry.
No man loves poetry without loving the light,
Nor the light without loving the truth,
Nor the truth without loving justice,
Nor justice without loving God.
St. David
Gaelic Poet posted by John David Walt | at 3/03/2008 07:31:00 PM | 3 comments
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