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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the Beginning was the Word Just a sound really A somber echo into the abyss that kickstarted the whole universe (was the noise beautiful? was it ugly? who's to say for sure... ...it was the First) But it did its job It filled the eternal silence Before the wonder and the chaos (before the peace and the violence) And the Word was with God But who was He? (or was it She?) When did IT step up to the plate to flip on the Switch and kiss monotony goodbye? And pronouns aside... (we got bigger fish to fry, believe you me) ...stick all the Hows and Whatifs where the sun don't shine I wanna know WHY WHY it's all here instead of not WHY instead of infinite space I see nothing but Your Face: a world full of splendor, a world full of ugly (you have a schedule to keep, but before you leave, I just wanna know) WHY you created me to long for what I couldn't to do the things I shouldn't Odds are equally as good I could have been anyone else (that's just not the way the cookie crumbled) But I guess I could be grateful (instead of full of pride ... humbled) (after all) I'm the only Me that'll ever be around (and WHY am I writing this now?) I should be getting into bed, instead I let unaswerables fill my head I should have dreams to chase, roses to smell, instead I willingly get tangled in the weeds: forget about the present, dabble in the past, fuss about what hasn't happened yet I can't see the forest for the trees (don't know the purpose of You nor the purpose of Me) Yet I tear open the Bible with words to read, and somehow comfortingly they come back to Thee The Word became Flesh And the Flesh started to speak syllables ... then seeds Hims, Hers, Wes And You and Me sentences ... then sinew And quick as a wink, wouldn't you know? A whole human grew... ..cutting the world in two No longer just Dark and Light, Day and Night Now we have what's False Now we have what's True ...and dwelt among us giving His Blood He took your broken-pitiful-self and said, "It is Enough."
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