It comes down to this: humility. Humility is needed in this soul.
The nothing Catholic hermit beseeches the Lord for perpetual humility.
The head is stuffed full; the eyes of the body and soul--all four eyes and multidinous eyes--see that humility is much needed. The eyes see humility wanting.
If there were sufficient humility, then there would be no ripples in the waters of love; the soul would be smooth as clear ice.
It seems a death is verging, and the nothing Catholic hermit can but crawl into bed and ponder humility, await humility's rest, for to learn of Him who is meek and humble of heart--no glorious death compares with humility.
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