A Hope for Smallness in the Mud and Blood

Why do I feel so much peace when I come so close to death?
Why does the contemplation of my own finiteness flood me with relief?
Why do I long to know my place?
And why do I hope it is hard?
My great fear
is this:
You will send me into battle
and I will lose to my fear.
But perfect love…

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