At Gethsemane – 12th January 2026

Incomplete, abandoned,
we yearn with our five senses;
Midnight-to-midnights found lacking;
universal consequences;

Aching for the beautiful and true,
filling the abyss with stones
God no longer answers
to the rattling of bones.

Inspired by this Red Hand File

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Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

The One Path To Serenity

This morning, the sun rose without my asking
Before I lunch, I chose the freshest vegetables
In the afternoon came an uninvited guest
I trust that in the evening, a cool breeze will come