The Mission

“I Will,” he said, “I’ll go. I’ll go again;

I’ll go, back to the realm of shattered light,

Of imperfection in its every guise,

Dissatisfaction, loneliness and pain,

Forgetfulness of this great enterprise;

I’ll go although I know it will be hard

Where nothing seems to fit nor to be right

And where our lovely atmosphere is thin

Yet sets a weight upon our hardened selves

And slows our every move to near a halt

And clouds our reason like a fever-dream;

I’ll go because You asked me and it’s right,

Because it’s brave, because it’s where we grow

But oh, my God, it pains me much to go.”

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