You
must
become
perfect, just
as your father pours
blessings down upon the righteous
and the unjust both. This mystery is far too deep
to grasp. There is no grasping here,
just mercy's wildness
and the wind.
Enter
who
can.
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ReplyDeleteI suppose that it would not fit numerically to say, "just mercy's blooming wilderness," to tie together the rain concept with an allusion to the restoration of Hosea's unfaithful wife?
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