God made the universe too wide
to be enclosed by boundary lines,
eternity a constant flow of time,
with no beginning, and no end...
We are but specks of organic matter,
alive one instant, and fully enjoying it,
but senseless specks of dust the next,
unless we float on His Fatherly Breath...
What were the odds against it, that
two tiny specks on different paths,
like you and I, should ever meet
and irresistibly attract each other?
Those odds, beloved, were too great
for even the most advanced and
state-of-the-art P.C. to calculate, but
God Himself made them zero to one...
(November 12,2006)
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