Between what we mean 

and what was meant,

the value of our life


the drying seas of our


and the Belief

in the impermanent.

I fall.

There is no value

in grace

and the steps that transend

cannot be mastered.

I lay down,

before You

and taste

the sweat of your brow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unteaching fear

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A Fine Piece of Penning

"...the drying seas of our/discontent"  I love a great tear image. Nicely woven - allets -



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I really appreciate your

I really appreciate your abilty to understand.