^^^There are few theists that are or have been on this board I'd care to meet in real life. Junebug would definitely be one of them
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Stay strong, june. Here's another poem that seemed appropriate.
Stories unbounded Time and place: just rooms to fill,
honeycomb cells, memory distilled
into shapes and words by busy thought;
rushing by, in hivish circles caught.
And in the sorting, new junctions gleam;
connections spread, until it seems
that the latest is the oldest too,
forgetting the layers from which all grew.
So words and records clear one’s vision,
give events and places some precision.
But always, always bright memory fades,
details erode and close names evade.
Thus all past is fluid, in flux no less
than imagined futures. Dare to test
your stories against a witness who
may see them otherwise? Which is true?
So share the tales, your hallowed hoard:
risk all to laughter, let memory soar.
Rechecked, refined by others’ eyes;
burned away, all dross of pride.
Outward again, on replenished wings
let commingled thought smile and sing.
All time and place and life to share,
the splendid stories of earth and air.
