Eternos
If we stand on the edge of time,
overlooking God's design.
Of our lives,
what do we make of it?
Is it even possible that He could ever regret creation?
He knows all things.
His Son is Man.
His Mother is Woman.
Surely there has been good and noble things.
There is the miracle of Family.
Here, there is the Angels in song.
The more the marrier, right
My Trinity,
overlooking the edge of time, into Eternity.
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