You will at times feel nothing. I am quite sure that this is not your fault. After a while, it may occur to you to ask for something. This may not be your idea.
Empty, you will ask. Empty, you will be filled. Ah.
The obligations that accrue to one filled are few but I think definite. To be grateful, preferably quietly. To be kind to others, all others, all of whom, you can be sure, have known emptiness. Check.
There is nothing worse than emptiness, then feeling nothing, except feeling pain - but even that can be better than nothing. Talk, talk. The wind blows.
My Lord, you withdraw from me that I might recognize that I have somehow withdrawn from you. And so I empty myself - I have become somewhat accustomed to emptying - and I ask for relief, forgiveness, and you fill me once again. This is always a surprise to me.
You are fun this way, my Lord and Savior. This is how it is with you. I see that. I hope I do not over task you. I do not quite comprehend the alacrity and assurance with which you reward repentance. But, this is what you do. I know this, because I have the user manual, and I have experienced it.
I say these things in public. Not too ostentatiously, I hope. I do so, because I believe that you do not require that I not do so. Or, otherwise. I should do more.
Well, it should be a long summer. I hope to do more with less.
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