empty
desolate
soul crushing
heart rending
vanity
though not of a sudden she strikes
like a desolate wilderness she surrounds us invisibly
and in her obscurity
reaches us often only in a
whisper
which many souls practice to ignore
come give us wine give us song give us pleasure
come eat and drink
we will not here her
hearken not to her
for she wails like the wind through the trees
Keep busy Keep moving that is the key
we…like the frog who swims lazily around
in a pot of water
on the stove and the fire....until....
we…like the waves that pound the shore
eating slowly away
slowly enough that none is stirred to action...until...
yet the Lord hath subjected
the creation to vanity… in hope…
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