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An Imperfect Life poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald |
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Wilderness
Unimproved by human engineers, the wilderness is nature in the raw; night sky, the stars, the cold, the bed of straw, the hunt, the cry, the ever-watchful fears. This dangerous, ill-fit place, is called “retreat”; discovering God in nature’s origins its otherness, a hint how it begins. Wild it’s start; of a wilder God it speaks; A God Who must be kind and tamed and taught to live beneath a roof, be civilized, to speak when spoken to without surprise. In short, to help us as a true god ought. In wilderness we learn that God must change And we? God’s work Improve and rearrange.
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