The Spirit and the Mortality
The Spirit And The Mortality
The love inside of a finite creation
such as myself,
finds expression
only in disbelief.
That such a being as GOD
would love and care for me,
enough to crucify HIS SON.
To Then Empower me with time to love.
To send to me a woman
called by namme Parme.
The wind can not be contained
in such of a small space,
as on the inside of such a one as eye.
A purple dragon fly lives now inside of me.
Fluttering his wings he shudders and he moans
in silent exstacy as i ponder my Parme
as I struggle to convey
the love in me.
I Came.
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