Sunday reflection: Stumbling Block

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Lord, you offend me.
You make me stumble, when I walking with my chin so high, or with my eyes too low.
You trip me up. You're scandalous. I'm ashamed of you.
You're not fit to be spoken of in polite company.

I can talk about the residual Freudian psychic images in our cultural unconscious;
I can laugh at the silly pretentiousness of gender-studies and patriarchal defensiveness;
I can project introspective fallacies onto literary figures any time I feel like it;

If you gave me a chance to talk to someone about how much you mean to me, what would I do?

I stumble.

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