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An Imperfect Life
poetry by Fr. Harold Macdonald
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 ďretreatĒ;
discovering God in natureís origins
its otherness, a hint how it begins.
Wild itís 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? Godís work Improve and rearrange.