But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. I Cor. 1:27 (KJV)
for a little word shall the bigot slay,
as the ant that fells the elephant.
diminutive seeds, like the dust made clay,
shall suffice a universe of want.
every fallen tear, like the salty seas,
shall transport my woes far, far away,
for each breath i take in an instant flees
to the bellows of eternity.
cunning spiders’ webs, like the snares of men,
weave us silken threads of borrowed time;
sipping of the inks of their potent yen
makes us victims of rash paradigms.
does profoundness rule in a babe’s first cry
or the world conclude at first-nightfall?
does a cadence pass for a symphony
or the flaws of men drip protocol?
breathes all of my life in a single breath,
for tomorrow’s dreams live but today.
as i die to self, i defeat my death:
love has purchased my eternity.
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