Practice makes perfect. Yes’m as the Good Book says Be ye perfect as I am perfect and that to me is the perfection of your faith to not just take what you learnt but to do it… Takes the purgatory of humility I ‘spose. That long journey upward with a guide and I ain’t sayin’ no good guide it ain’t ‘bout good or bad but the corporeal the testing of your patience the beginning of Love. You see it in your smote I says. When someone’s whinin’ bitchin’ and complainin’ ‘bout the smote in your eye while there’s a whole damn plank in their our’n. That’s what teaches you patience I says that first fruit of Love not the mere feeling but the greatest of these out of Hope and Faith—I see’d in my children I guess. The ancient mystery that magic in the number 33 how it’s all finished and you don’t know it even begun. Your initiation to order out of chaos. For it’s easy to say God is just if’n you ain’t a bug because you got to see how precious it is—the preciousness of life. Some got to be taught humility the hard way… I can’t sing no more. They took it. They took my voice. You ain’t hearin’ this. But you are. All I can say now is “Yes…” If you were here with me by my bed that’s all you’d hear but I ain’t talkin’ to you in Voice I’m talkin’ to you in spirit in that head scratcher when God says go and kill. What’s above is below Our Father… on earth as it is in Heaven… See the Dark wants blood while the Light wants praise. See it in the sheet lightin’ the mist on the road after a rain in summer the eerie sound of the whipoorwhill cryin’ out to this blind earth for another soul Yes’m all of them sacred every one of’m every soul good and evil and your death and mine Truth and precious… just the numbers the sheer numbers make you see Naturalism the apartness… ‘til it’s your own or one you love then the cream rises to the top—sure it does sincere… but read about it don’t see it with your own eyes how easy it is to say God is just that that old man should die that woman that chil’ and from the pulpit you preach the sins of the father unto the third and fourth generation or they deserved it Yes’m so easy to say as the Dark soaks the blood and the earth quakes and seems to tear itself apart to the wrath of sin the psychology of your own self-contempt for as soon as you say “Grace but no change…” better watch out for that plank…

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