Epilogue
Christian Wiman
The more I think the more I feel
reality without reverence is not real.
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The more I feel the more I think
that God himself has brought me to this brink
wherein to have more faith means having less.
And love's the sacred name for loneliness.
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I speak a word I have not spoken
and by that word am broken open,
a cry entirely other entirely mine.
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In league with the stones of the field
I am being healed.
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p2: defenestrate
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