wordsout by godfrey rust
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For
two thousand years
we seem to have got it wrong—the cherished
wisdom
of
one century becomes
anathema to the next. This god
is
someone immeasurably greater
than we might conceive, who does not need
all
our
apologetics and leaves us just
the truth that we can bear;
these
brooding contradictions are our guides
through the doorway of salvation,
and
somewhere out of time the whole
unjust distribution of resources
will
be
safely gathered up—Tessa once said
the plural of paradox must be paradise.
These brooding contradictions The paradoxes described in the earlier sonnets.
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