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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm Reading Psalm 31...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sin….<br>what is it? Is there such a thing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it, would it be, a good thing to have? <br>do I want it? or do I have it, <br>so deep, it’s more trouble than illumination…? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that sadness, all that sense of failure, <br>all that sense of impending doom, <br>all that guilt in respect of<br>person or persons unknown…<br>or that always trying to please persons<br>known or unknown…<br>yes, that makes sense…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, who am I supposed to have sinned against? <br>Since I’m a bit hazy about God, then<br>have I sinned against myself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories now of schooldays – Michael, <br>you’ve let yourself down…and then<br>of course they have to add, and you’ve let down<br>your parents, and you’ve let me down<br>as your teacher….seems I’m some sorta<br>team player… who picked this team anyway? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">OK, let’s just suppose that there’s<br>some vast, perfect self-balancing system<br>running the whole caboosh (with maybe, <br>wholly good intentions) so that<br>if you steer badly, then there’s<br>first the hard shoulder, then the grass verge, <br>then maybe if you’re on the race track, <br>piled-up tires, some sort of resistant and yet yielding wall..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and after the hospital period, your steering<br>is rather more careful, rather more attentive…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so maybe, a sense of … let’s call it<br>good roadsmanship –<br>‘Paradise Garden Welcomes Careful Drivers’…<br>would be a good thing … say ‘sin’<br>but smile as you say it …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just a warning sign - 'Black Spot'; 'Dangerous Bend'; <br>where the other guys came to grief...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and life – the highs and oh those deepdown downlows –<br>is more about being your very agreeable self, <br>and somebody else’s idea of sin<br>very much a thing of the past; <br>the neighbours wave at you, <br>and the postman seems glad to see you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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what is it? Is there such a thing? 

Is it, would it be, a good thing to have? 
do I want it? or do I have it, 
so deep, it’s more trouble than illumination…? 

All that sadness, all that sense of failure, 
all that sense of impending ..."></div>
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