
If God were only attainable with the intelligence, how unjust it would be!
My God, what an adventure it is not to understand nor see.
In prayer I am worth nothing or little, darkness numbly wraps me.
Deriving comfort recollecting Gods easier spiritual path, of time passed in unity.
How do I recount Thee, dry silence engulfs me.
Poverty, sacrifice, humility and silent witness purify and strengthen me.
Empty me, make me invisible, smaller. Truth and justice are not enough.
Destroy the thorns of injustice in the fire of Love.

I pray for you my Love.
I do.
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