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New Creation
If my mind is like the openness of the sky,
Then the thoughts that pass thru it
are as the birds flying across the blue.
But what serves as the sun if we extend the metaphor?
The premise that there is a God,
-- The Creator of the universe --
He is the solar orb that lights the landscape of my mind.
Especially when i dwell on and with Him.
When i desert/doubt Him
Night falls across the sin-enshrouded surface.
The sound of the insects is heard in the darkness.
Sometimes it's as Black (and bad) as the formless Void before Creation,
The deep Darkness of the uncreated premordial Abyss.
Then hope revives and the light of dawn appears in the East.
Bird songs begin as if for the first time.
Edifices build and forms take shape everywhere.
Birds begin chirping as if, yes, for the very first time.
Then the thoughts that pass thru it
are as the birds flying across the blue.
But what serves as the sun if we extend the metaphor?
The premise that there is a God,
-- The Creator of the universe --
He is the solar orb that lights the landscape of my mind.
Especially when i dwell on and with Him.
When i desert/doubt Him
Night falls across the sin-enshrouded surface.
The sound of the insects is heard in the darkness.
Sometimes it's as Black (and bad) as the formless Void before Creation,
The deep Darkness of the uncreated premordial Abyss.
Then hope revives and the light of dawn appears in the East.
Bird songs begin as if for the first time.
Edifices build and forms take shape everywhere.
Birds begin chirping as if, yes, for the very first time.
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