Mouth that creates itself, only to be given to another, momently.
A stubborn suffering, means to a voice meant to praise.
Light, encountered from its own high vantage,
a vantage that believes now in me as I
fail, necessarily, to overcome the spoken rosary
intention makes of words.
In Buber’s version: There is nothing that is
evil in itself; every passion can become a virtue, every
inclination a ‘vehicle of God.’ It is not the matter of the
act that is decisive but its sanctification.
Spring wind hands cloud shadows across the pasture.