Sunday, January 4, 2009

Upon The Late Hour

Those with whom we would most desire to speak are those who for one reason or another we are unable to speak with. Such is the frustration of life, which finally must dangle in the air like an unfinished sentence. The heart longs for the completion that can only be had in perfect comprehension. There are some who cannot hear, having taken their ears to the grave. There are some who will not hear, having surrendered the love that comes from God to the arrogant pride that dwells in the flesh. There is nothing, nothing, more terrible than silence.

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