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I must confess, last night was sleepless, full of doubt,

full of too many questions, too many musing about

the hope that arises from a presumptive expectation:

I think I am frightened of the possibility

that we will experience an even more crushing frustration.

Yes, this is the woeful whispering of sin's perfidy,

the kind that likes to give a man's soul a twisted wrench.

I remind myself of the previous, undeniable three:

that little girl, and the young man outside Nain;

and Lazarus---four days in the grave with a stench.

The query that nags me the most makes me feel ignorant,

even stupid, as it lingers, entirely adamant:

I am neither philosopher nor scientist---but tell me, how can

the very fabric of the whole Cosmos change in a single lifespan?

J-Called

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