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O happy the man to whom the Lord
imputes no guilt,
in whose spirit is no guile.
I kept it secret and my frame was wasted.
Ps.
32:2-3 |
Thoughts snake,
hatched after weeks of brooding.
They bite themselves
to keep company.
Is this a maze?
You
call me out.
I’m mucking blind
with such a headache.
To be free
it’s understood:
I must tell someone.
You already know,
Friend.
Still,
I
hate to mention it.
-- By:
Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - -
a member of the Dominican
Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and
teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North
Carolina.
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