Oh! to be brave
enough to open to all that I fear now; to everything I used to fear multiplied by experience and petrified through the ages of my dying days - my living to death. Oh! to open! now to all that once threatened to steal my innocence and succeeded, through my fear, in murdering more than my unguilt: my love lying offered-up on its cold- stoned heart, moving only when prodded hard & then only because I shudder. Dig! With half-hope & memory I stab at the corpse of my soul-self to feel inside my chest something other than cold & colder; desperate not to show that cowardly face with eyes closed to myself (in the mirror), to God reflected (in my eyes), to You revealing me (in yourself), to unreflected Life, dazzlingly (full!) Oh! to be brave enough to open my eyes!
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