I know, I know, but hear me out. I have still, a book in my library (for occasional reference to remember what I came from). The title is telling: "The Complete works of E.M. Bounds on Prayer". How far I have come/fallen from grace depending on the view. The American, gay poet Walt Whiteman defines prayer and "god" for that matter somewhat better: “Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.” Then this morning, Katie's "God Poem" really resonates deeply with me. And Sylvia Plath does a smashing job of depicting life's fig tree. For context: see https://thursdaypoetry.com/ 2017/04/23/gods-poem/ And if y
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