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“What happens if we’re not rigorous?”
…………………………………………–Paul Verlaine, “Ars Poetica”

Ora, labora. Twist and shout.
Or the flame, the flame, the flame dies out.

God’s not a truth we can’t know anything about.
God’s a truth we can’t know everything about.

Ora, labora. Twist and shout.
Or the flame, the flame, the flame dies out.

Dervish of the Hasid, the wild and the devout.
O, the flame, the flame, the flame dies out.

Merton, a monk, you may have heard about:
God is at home, says Eckhart. We are about.

I am a cup of wind, a kettle, a spout.
Here is my handle. Pour me out.

Ora, labora. Twist and shout.
Or the flame, the flame, the flame dies out.

God of God to let us figure it out.
To let us live in all we seek, and doubt.

Ora, labora. Twist and shout.
Or fuck around. Fuck around and find out.