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Dont butt at the storm with your puny form,
But bend, & let it go o'er you.

The world will never adjust it self
To suit your whims, to the letter
Some things must go wrong, your whole life long
And the sooner you know it, the better.
It is folly, to fight with the Infinie
And go under, at last, in the wrestle.
The wiser man, shapes into God's plan
As the water shapes into a vessel.

Deathless.

In the heart of each mortal lies hidden
A longing & love for the pure
A longing so strong, & a love so great
The radical part shall endure.

Over, around, and under us lies
A love so boundless deep & broad,
A love in naming, we speak of, as God
Surely, no remnant of good ever dies.
Belle Waldron