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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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God is hidden, has been all along doesn’t intervene as one expects; if you hurt, you hurt, if you’re vexed you’re vexed; God lets you dance your dance and sing you song Inwardly God is known, a Presence, God is there! (One’s own existence, an abundant gift) One’s spirits rise, all’s right with you, they lift ‘Though others’ suffering is beyond compare - knows human horror will continue still sees all, but offers no responsive act God is not an efficient cause nor fact but a Silence; death upon a hill. We learned, God’s justice is the holocaust, without our waking up, then all is lost.
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