Friday, January 16, 2009

empty

"What is lacking cannot be counted." Ecclesiastes 2:15b



I peered into my character, and those words sprang to mind. Whereupon my heart heaved a sigh and my will soldered another link into my rusted, chipped, dented, imperfectly mended chain of resolutions.

Sometimes life makes me very weary.

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