what is it that i would insist upon— anchor in the weight of thought? would i lend my witness to a confirmation of darkness? no insistence spills light everywhere i will not be hostage to divisions whispered speculations titillations of latest confrontations the crystal clear sings its piercing protest— silent amidst cacophonies of competing cries still small voice* out-noising the noise lucid truth unsullied song you know the sound God sings you in the midst —Joni Overton-Jung *see I Kings 19:12.
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