the redemptive.

All we are looking for in our lives,
is for it to be redemptive
for it to be worth it.
we lick the silver from the spirit
and bend to it's demands
we have so much opportunity to become beautiful.
we are born from the rough, and born ugly.
we shape and refine, and hope for....
we are shaped in the etheric,
yet we grow in the physical.
our lives,
are lived and die in 
the redemptive.

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