Not Dispelled
If God and Heaven don’t exist,
their facade is fine with me
The simulation of a thought so pure,
will satisfy my needs
So take your theories and quantum math
painted corners left to dwell
I choose the beauty of a life divine
disproven—not dispelled
(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)
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