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Fear and Trembling.

"Everyone shall be remembered, but everyone was great wholly proportional to the magnitude of that with which he struggled. For he who struggled with the world became great by conquering the world, and he who struggled with himself became great by conquering himself, but he who struggled with God became greatest of all."

"Thus did they struggle on earth: There was one who conquered everything by his power, and there was one who conquered God by his powerlessness. There was one who relied upon himself and gained everything; there was one who in the security of his own strength sacrificed everything; but the one who believed God was the greatest of all." -Soren Kierkegaard.

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And so I "wait patiently for the Lord."

Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint. - Isaiah 40:30-31

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(A book is a painting's opposite)

This book is a monument
to a passionless existence
that folds over no corners,
cries on no pages,
and never feels the need
to clutch the book
just to stop itself from
throwing it across the room.

Only a deep respect for a book
can leave it mangled and abused,
stripped of all its trimmings
and fashioned into almost a character,
its outward body now reflecting the inner soul.

Soulless people leave you with pristine books
Soulless books leave you with pristine people.

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The Ideal Bookstore

I look at the first page,
Twenty-one dollars and ninty-five cents, it says.
It is a small volume,
but I think that price Just,
considering the depths of joy
and aching inside.

Perhaps books ought to be priced
what they're worth.
All those thick hard-backed
mystery novels would
be a dime a dozen,
no matter what news-paper list they were on,
and all those thin volumes
that contained the hopes
(joys, loves, truths, telos')
of a lifetime would cost
small fortunes.

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And By You I Mean Me (Mercy)

You feel the shame of your faithlessness
and the tug of regret
But you know the warmth of forgiveness,
(sensuous and human mercy)
loving you into trustworthiness.

The weight of your selfishness is lifted
and the yoke of brotherhood restored.

But "hang on just a minute!"
you feel a "righteous" indignation,
you are not the only one at fault!
They had their share just the same!
They certainly fell short of the mark,
at times! (and they ought to know it)
To think, they would go on
believing they were spotless,
as they let you down! Acted out of turn!

But the cup of mercy overflows!
What could be more lovely than
to be covered over,
to be washed and forgiven!
to come out free!
Than for them to be spotless?

To love is to bear
and love hides a multitude of blunders.

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Will I lose the hardened jeans

for comfy PJs? And leave
on my argyle sweater besides?

I'll mix sun and moon,
sleeping with waking in a
defiance of them both
and give myself up
to nonsense.

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