God Doesn’t Have The Monopoly On Haloes, Does He? Poem by Dan Reynolds

Come walk with me, my cultured pearl
through halls where all may see
the passing grace that you bestow
and share through pure humanity

The roughest core, the years have planed
and coated layer by layer.
With scant regard for deities
not swayed by curse, nor prayer.

If time alone could wrap and shape
then surely all could flourish.
But time is not the catalyst.
Cannot, in isolation, nourish.

Nor Time and Tide, but from inside
the question, which they ask us,
will answered be when minds agree.
Each finds their own route to Damascus.