A Tragic-Comic Tale

By God’s grace, I have seen my soul
It is a soft white, brilliant light
Being as such, I feel complete

Back to form, in my earth life role
Daylight too seemed like a dark night
Without God’s grace, I faced defeat

Silence alone, made me feel whole
Whence each breath heightened bliss delight
Like a divine sublime love tweet

I Am the light, I did extol
So why for did I crouch in fright
Needlessly life lessons repeat

Wake up oh hermit, wake up now
Allow God’s blessings to endow

29-May-2023
Trilonnet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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May 29, 2023 at 11:25 AM
...nice one...time is change and that finds expression in its being as an 'irrationality order'.....consciousness is observation of that disorder; by way of some species sensory/brain system to create specific observable and definable sensed patterns.....called a reality...... sorry for the run on.........stan by way of inherent patterns of species brain wiring
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May 29, 2023 at 6:31 PM
behold how God magically transforms the caterpillar into a butterfly, an animal into a human, a human into an angel, an angel into …
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