Our insufficient-own wisdom opens the way to one even better.
Possibility, potential, energy; where does it go,
always in circulation,
even when misdirected?
Our readiness bounds no more from our assent than from our activity.
But what do we do?! How do we listen!?
God, grant us your wisdom.
I don't want to miss it.
I'm not going to miss it.
I'm going to live differently this time, You with me. Call me your way.
This feeling of intense potential wasn't meant to last, but to point toward something greater.
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