Disappointment walked into a bar.
Only the offerings on the highest shelf would do. But mediocre methanol and lackluster libation Left her living up to her name. Disappointment. Ridiculous wrestled with Reasonable. The victor unclear yet both visibly bruised. Pulling no punches and reputation at stake Feelings conquer thoughts. Ridiculous. Impossible waltzed down the promenade. Arrogantly assuming others bow to her whims. But exquisite taste and dignified style Found flaws all around. Impossible. And yet. Hope never lofty enough. Faith never foolish enough. Creativity never imaginative enough. For the Ultimate Standard. What if expectations have not been wrong Simply misplaced and poorly assigned all along? What if in seeking their meeting, we encountered a Standard far exceeding? Why then we would experience relief. And while He is the Standard to which we could not live up, His also is the fully-drunk Provision in a once-wrathful cup. So now free from finding flaws in the finite, I bask in His eternally glorious and magnificent light. Expectations surpassed.
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