[Unoriginal. Blase.]
Dover paperback of T.S. on the floor and glad that he can voice his frustration with the ordinary in a poem that everyone reads for ENGL 102 in all the universities.
For all that, he wasn't content until he found Jesus. . .rather, until Jesus picked him up from the realm of darkness and melancholy stanzas and brought him to the kingdom of light and epigraphs of praise with endless, flawless poetry following them.
There You are, LORD. I was in my angsty bunker inhaling mustard gas all too willingly.
The air's clearing when You come.
You always do when I intend to copy pre-Jesus T.S. - whether I want You to or not.
Help me want Your presence, O my Saviour.
[New. Vibrant.]
