This poem reflects a bit on my skepticism of skepticism and my deep yearning to witness and participate in the long arc of love.<\/p>\n
Woo Who<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
Their is \nKnow subject \nGreater than \nYou who \nSuspect \nLife as a Job \nOnly as sum \nNefarious abet \nVoiding that \nWhich is \nElusive \nYet divine \nWholly \nUp in the heir \nToo much \nTo forebear \nDoing it \nIn the woulds \nAnd knot so tender weigh \nOf shoulding \nStill their is \nAn unflailing power \nEnduring for good \nThe root of all woo \nWho \nWanting more \nThan lukewarm wavers \nIn efface of unbelieve able \nCourts us beyond any owed law \nThat good will \nPrevail \nAnd go won better \nThan every sin ick \nWandering \nAs if \nLove is a sham \nRather than mirrorly a veil \nHarboring overwhelming \nLove \nWhich is \nAwe the ardor \nAs run through \nThe grater \nThen the hole \nThe sum of aparts \nSoully made whole \nWhen I\u2019mpart \nWithal \nWho avail themselves<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"