I am blind to everything but the blurred threads. I bow my head;. I feel your sorrow;. Mea culpa; mea culpa;. I am deaf to everything but your eternal pulse. I understand nothing of this world. But the spirit of love. You wait, Lord,. To hear the footsteps of the fallen. Follow, penitent, in yours.

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