Her Green Figs

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

14 February 2007


I am in so much pain that:

I cannot catch my breath,
I cannot stop myself from trembling all over,
I am moaning and crying aloud,
I have no problem imagining what it means to be inspired to rend garments,
and I just prayed.


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