Here is a “poem” Hugh McClelland sent me. His family runs a very large Christian foundation in Chattanooga. I do not know the story behind the poem but I think it is very relative to any man who is dealing with some kind of emotional burden, grief, fear, guilt or addiction. Anyone who reads it should ask themselves, “what is killing you inch-by-inch.”
Tonight Shanghai is burning
and I am burning, too.
But there's no death
so real as the death inside of you.
Some men die by shrapnel
and some go down in flames
but most men die inch by inch
playing little games.
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