no one amazes me
always i think: we
are humans,
imperfect, limited,
lapsing,
falling short of
what is
real...
there is always
this thirst this hunger
this longing
a wound that does not
heal,
a restless heart,
a journey
not yet ending....
nothing amazes me,
please remind me once more
My Lord.
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