FROM MY JOURNAL, Friday March 2, 2007
"Father forgive them: they don't know what they are doing."
This mad world spinning
I'm so quick to judge it
There I am spinning a life...
just like everyone else
My self pales alongside them
We sit, stand and bow
at the foot of the cross waiting
for a word... I need forgiveness
Just like she does... he does...
so we can live this
I'm afraid of this
I thought...
I knew...
At least what I was doing...
But I was mistaken.
written while on a sabbath day pilgrimage
stPhransus
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