Again confesses the cyclical nature of life. When claimed, she reflects a transcendent reality. One that has something to do with dust and nostrils.
Again yearns for more. Her persistence is undeniable. A second helping of mashed potatoes. Another rendezvous over dinner and drinks. One more 8-minute block of snoozing. Again seeks a future outcome. Anticipates a particular expectation. In this way, again is prophetic.
At the same time, again ruminates on the past. She affirms a previous encounter on the pilgrimage. And names that season significant in some way. Again may be thoughtful in her reflection. Leaning into wisdom beyond any precise moment. But she may also be hasty and reckless when looking back. Impulsively yielding to the fangs of addiction. Or the seduction of immoral pleasure.
Again may succumb to auto-pilot. Yielding to the mundane repetition of sun up and sun down. As she become numb to the flavors of a fulsome existence. During this funk again may need to be jarred. Freed from saturation. Lifted from the jaws of monotony.
On occasion, again demonstrates tenacious courage and a willful spirit. As she proceeds despite persecution. Moves along in the face of adversity. During this act, she pleads for another glimpse. Another swing of the baseball bat. Another chance at a botched conversation. The sixth look at the unsolved crossword puzzle.
Again captures the rhythms known to all who breathe. And opens the doors of history and tomorrow. Perhaps without acknowledgment, again raises the dead to new life. Amen.
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Again yearns for more. Her persistence is undeniable. A second helping of mashed potatoes. Another rendezvous over dinner and drinks. One more 8-minute block of snoozing. Again seeks a future outcome. Anticipates a particular expectation. In this way, again is prophetic.
At the same time, again ruminates on the past. She affirms a previous encounter on the pilgrimage. And names that season significant in some way. Again may be thoughtful in her reflection. Leaning into wisdom beyond any precise moment. But she may also be hasty and reckless when looking back. Impulsively yielding to the fangs of addiction. Or the seduction of immoral pleasure.
Again may succumb to auto-pilot. Yielding to the mundane repetition of sun up and sun down. As she become numb to the flavors of a fulsome existence. During this funk again may need to be jarred. Freed from saturation. Lifted from the jaws of monotony.
On occasion, again demonstrates tenacious courage and a willful spirit. As she proceeds despite persecution. Moves along in the face of adversity. During this act, she pleads for another glimpse. Another swing of the baseball bat. Another chance at a botched conversation. The sixth look at the unsolved crossword puzzle.
Again captures the rhythms known to all who breathe. And opens the doors of history and tomorrow. Perhaps without acknowledgment, again raises the dead to new life. Amen.
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