Transmutation
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“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”--Unseeking Seeker
Into a warm, welcoming family born
a child so blessed now wanders forlorn
imbued with divine love's transmutation
a lost object of his world's lamentation
for a soul so pure no quarter is given
to rage and revenge it is often driven
in a land of wrath is tempest torn and tossed
by the demons are found, by the angels are lost
However, such divine emanation never subsides
through grace the pure constant spirit abides
though despite humanity's harsh vicious roar
we shall approach the warm, welcoming shore
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2023
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