These are uncomfortable words which I cannot read without a justifiable flush of shame leaking out of this, my discontented heart.
There is no denial to fall back on – there is no excuse or explanation which can alter the state of things within because my eyes have been focused so completely on the without.
My without – my lacking, my not having, my jealous wanting. These are the walls from which I most often survey the world.
Behind these walls, there is an eerie hollowness – I guard an empty growing space within. I have been too long on my walls.
And yet, there is a call.
A steady, unfaltering, unaltered call …
Let Peace be with you. Come in.”
I tremble at the offer – my insides are so tender and untended too.
“Perfect – come in.”
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