It is as agonizing as the birth of a child to watch helpless as my friends hurt themselves,
Hurt their hearts like so many pearls thrown before swine,
Tarnish their lovely bodies, weakened one weekend at a time.
These are selfish times, and every man is an island:
I am helpless, tears flowing, to hinder this insidious downward spiral.
Ben Parks
For the love of God (and only by that) listen to me: you are so badly adored that not even the surety
of death could hold back the love you are designed to be lavished with.
Put down your pen and your drink and your pills and whatever else it can be; stop swimming the sea of tears your bed becomes every night and come bask in the radiance of Agape love,
the very thing you are yearning for in every wrong place.
I am screaming and shouting from the peaks and all ears are deaf; the house is ablaze and they carry on with their lives, slowly burning to death no matter how many times I yell 'fire!' I am atlas at heart, my rugged shoulders cannot bear this sight day after bloody day (and even casting it upon your shoulders, mighty God, is hard.)
Misere nobis, Pater.
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