Monday, March 16, 2009

No one

As it gets warmer here, and I don't have to wear twelve layers of clothes, I like it.


For when I wander in the whirlwind, why do I marvel that I am tossed and thrown? Never should I fear the things that man can bring to bear against me. For I have no lasting city here, but I seek the one that is to come. Interposition of red has made me free forever from the death of this life, and though I am prone to wander, the courts above are where I am to go. I seek not a kingdom built by my own hands. I thirst for life, and I will receive it on some glad day.

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