"God be merciful to us and bless us, and cause His face to shine upon us, that Your way may be known on earth, Your salvation among all nations.." ~ Psalm 67 It’s PoetryWhat does it take to be a man, my son? Have you stared death in the eye? Have you stared the spirit in the void? Does your right hand mean more to you than honor? What if no one is coming to help? Jesus Christ! What I repent of is my definitive contrarianism. It’s called “pessimism.” “Anxiety” and “insecurity” are almost the same thing. The catalyst for every collapse is complexity. A rose by any other name is a peony. To write a poem is high madness. Unless, of course, it’s all true. In that case, it’s good news. For a peony doesn’t have thorns.