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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: July 5th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker ***************** Line of inquiry: “Of the fact we are alive, we are sure All else scriptures say, may or may not be So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure As formless awareness we become free” ****************** Hagioscopic hymn to the Divine kernel We keep God-search accessible, yet the cosmos cleaves yield when we gaze — a hagioscopic hush, an oculus of golden light thrumming over the welkin as an ariose aria. All else may fall asunder, but the Divine remains the ductile, eternal nexus where every archetype melts into exegesis, where endogenous ardor swells to a plexus. Call it aurora, call it elixir, call it Elysium — the Source supervises every epoch, collocating our chaos with its capacious calm, turning our dismal nest into blithe, balmy rising joy. We are peripatetic flâneurs, panting through labyrinthine days, beleaguered by ephemera, beset by fatuous fears, yet happiness morphs only when we aurify the heart and let the Divine’s mirific mettle press into our clay. For without that empyreal embrocation, we writhe in desuetude — a ruinous simulacrum of ourselves, gripped by gnawing doubts, careening through the clamor and clangor of the world. But with it — with that svelte, sylphlike, shimmering connection — even the stygian gloaming grows gossamer, even weariness winnows into wistful felicity, even our molten moiety of sorrow turns comfort. So let the Divine be our vade mecum, our velvet panacea, our veridical panoply of peace. Let its sonorous ardor regale our spirits, its mellifluous mercy inure our wounds, its lapidary light aurify our days. For happiness is not a clod of chance, nor a knavish chimera, but the salient, sacred truth: we thrive only when we tether our hearts to the empyrean wherewithal that made us. And in that connection — that luminous, living nexus — we become blithely, buoyantly, free.
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