A prayer for our time, Stephen, attached neatly to no specific faith...
Doug
On 2011-02-21, at 8:59 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
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> Blessed are the crotches of love:
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> Love them love them love them.
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> Blessed are the slowly senile:
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> I will be one of them.
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> Blessed are the cases of nuclear enrichment:
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> Children are born there.
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> Blessed are those who profess language, tender & targeted:
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> Their bullets will unfold their tiny lips into golden oracles.
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> Blessed are those who listen closely and more closely:
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> They live in the chambers of truth & under the cloths of the Holy.
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> Blessed are those whose eyes embrace the pure & the terrible:
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> Their bones, muscle and blood will vibrate & breathe with the one & only.
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> Stephen Vincent
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