Mountains


My faith is populated with questions! It is not a resting place. Seldom is it at peace. My faith has never grown up. It lives by rebelling, still wanting to remain young. I think if my faith ever matures, it dies. Jesus knew this. Neruda could make mountains tumble with one word. Perhaps only Lorca knows the secret.

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