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God said nothing, wrote nothing,
this is how the mystery works;

the soul of mankind is a radio,
a quill, pen, a stylus, or tablet.

The eyes of the mind are a TV
through which God speaks and appears
as You.

Once though He did use a tablet,
a stone one.
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