Wednesday, March 7, 2007


Oh how sorrowful is this lie we lead, which holds a moment but too quick, and pain for so long. A world where everything dwindles away and is destroyed, where what we make returns to dust, and what we long for sinks away into the ignominy of ceasless time. Works of art may last a bit longer that the work of toil, but they do not buy bread. If we are to live this life we must die to eternal hopes of fame, and to reach for fame, is to die this life we are gien to lead. Trapped into the endless cycle of destruction we are once again, no escape except for the grace of God, through the person of Jesus Christ. Amen.

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