Truth came walking
Transcending
The wide expanse
Just to find me
In the confines
Of my circumstance
I was shown
In my marrow
I can fit
Squarely within
The narrow
For there too
He’s content to be
Yet could
Temptation
Lure me
To walk away
Mar my feet
If it comes to that
Keep me
Centered
On the straitened path
RWOz2
At the end of my time in the special cabin today, I was comforted by the realization that it still looked and felt the same, but then I wondered for a moment was I still the same or have I changed. However I shook the notion off when I realized that I was falling to the temptation to judge myself and not placing my reliance where it should be.
A lesson learned long ago, but needing to be relearned. I am such a leaky vessel.
Tomas was coming in as I was going out. We had a brief exchange – momentous news from the bridge – the radio has sprung to life – a sign that the global authorities are extending their reach.
Enough writes:
Hazy. My mind is as hazy as the atmosphere between me and my goal. And though fuzzy, I judge that the oasis is much closer and perhaps much bigger than hitherto believed.
I have to resist the temptation to abandon my plan and rush onwards.
Rely on patience.
Lyle writes:
An exercise in futility? I prefer to see it as battling the temptation to impatience.
Stayed all day yesterday, returning to camp with no answers. Grazie remained until the end, and would have been waiting there still if I had not prevailed upon her that she had other duties and responsibilities.
Encouraged her to take her post at the vineyard today, and promised that I would remain in camp. She made me vow further that I would not venture to the city without her.
Two drones, one after the other, buzzed the camp.
I stood out front and waved.
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