Nothing Less Than the Greater Sum of Its Parts
Movement
without purpose…
speech
without voice…
each of us
a color
and shade
of the personal;
and what is God
were it not
for infinite dimensions?
Light of spirit
far exceeding
that of a sun-
as true love
is a universe
of heart…
we are travelers-
from self
to self;
for nothing is less
than
the greater sum
of its parts….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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