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challenge the triplet
by Francine DuBois

Of course there are three--
Inferno, Purgatory and Paradise--
and the journey is the reward
they all say, but that's because
they all get stuck in purgatory.

Don't get me wrong, the Inferno
had its fun moments: there was
that pool party with the best
piña coladas ever, the time the roof
almost caught on fire, There was
the drugs, the sex and the music.

After that got old, or I did,
there was Purgatory - with its
overwhelming sense of okayness.
Nothing too great, nothing too bad.
Just okay. Somewhere towards the
fringes of Purgatory the sky closes
down and starts to suffocate though.
Just okay becomes a trap when you
see, on the other side of the fence,
what great could be.

And then there's Paradise,
with its alabaster walls and honey streams.
The tricky thing about reaching here
is letting go of Purgatory--
tossing aside the safety of good enough,
rejecting the "that'll do" and
insisting on what's perfect.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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