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Prolegomena Soliloquy - Pt 2

I have measured the math of a mustard seed,  
     traced the geometry of origin,  
     the angles of mercy,  
run fingers over the ridges of history  
     and found Him—  

in carbon’s conspiracy,  
     in gravity’s governance,  
     in Fibonacci’s stubborn insistence on beauty.  

Do you not see—  
     faith is not blind;  
it is sight through the fog,  
     a reaching…  

And now—  
see yourself.  

The burden you carried like iron mail  
     slides from your shoulders  
     as if it was never meant to stay.  

Your hands tremble.  
Your lips part.  

And through the crack in your voice,  
You say—  

     *"I was wrong."*  

A new day dawns…

Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers

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