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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.


From → Poetry, Spirituality

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