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The Limits Of Therapy

As many recovering alcoholics know
Beyond the madness or sanity of those who formed us
Beyond sex, death, love, peace and a 1,000 matters of circumstance
After much work there comes a point of discovery - the hole -
The restless heart about which Saint Augustine
Jung and so many others would direct us
A hole which only God or something only of soul can fill.

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