i haven't done a word of the year since, maybe, 2011?
the impetus, of course, was the accident. since then many things have been defined. or i can see on the horizon that things will be redefined.
it's in the crux of crisis that truth tries desperately to sing her song.
Proverbs 8: 1-11
Do you hear Lady Wisdom calling?
Can you hear Madame Insight raising her voice?
She’s taken her stand at First and Main,
at the busiest intersection.
Right in the city square
where the traffic is thickest, she shouts,
“You—I’m talking to all of you,
everyone out here on the streets!
Listen, you idiots—learn good sense!
You blockheads—shape up!
Don’t miss a word of this—I’m telling you how to live well, I’m telling you how to live at your best.
friday peace unto you.
Can you hear Madame Insight raising her voice?
She’s taken her stand at First and Main,
at the busiest intersection.
Right in the city square
where the traffic is thickest, she shouts,
“You—I’m talking to all of you,
everyone out here on the streets!
Listen, you idiots—learn good sense!
You blockheads—shape up!
Don’t miss a word of this—I’m telling you how to live well, I’m telling you how to live at your best.
friday peace unto you.
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