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Only the Word Remains
Memory fades like an old photograph
Primary colors bleaching out to brown
sharp edges melt like the sound of a laugh
lost in a sea velvet fog flowing down
round distant echoes of a pilgrim’s staff
submerged in the deep, still, silence to drown
in solitude. Only the word remains
to pass on the truth in mustard seed grains
Inspiring faith in life beyond the grave
propounding an irrational thesis
not provable but with power to save
through prayer defying analysis.
The everlasting word a Man once gave
to us before his metamorphosis
made it manifest in all its glory
truth to tell a magnificent story
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