Comforter, where is your comforting?

Comforter. Where is your Comforting?

Sometimes I strip myself to the bones and take a dip in the Mourn & Displease. The Lord steps back and it seems as I’m left with my own.

What else to do, when you’re tired of struggling than to keep on, on your knees? What’s left, when you’re emptied and flown?

The more destitute the better, less makes room for more. Known attainments are not to start off with. You must increase. Let me decrease.

Should I embrace the dead end, even of my efforts? Should I let thrown be thrown? Am I here for comforts? Is this a gift of sun breeze – and ease?

Or not?

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