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Touched

November 22, 2016

So onward marches the suffering,

I guess I should not complain too much

I should find something to be thanking

for allowing me the human touch.

The touch that electrifies, but also scolds

the touch that invigorates, but also hardens

a magnificent force to behold

that gives no apologies or pardons.

I am touched there is no denying,

there is no sense refuting or replying.

Touched by the suffering of an unrequainted love

that can never be adequate and can never be enough.

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From → Poetry, Spirituality

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