It Must Be Near To How God Thinks Of It Poem by Patti Masterman

It Must Be Near To How God Thinks Of It



I could feed on mankind's imagination alone for eons;
As long as the music still remained, the poetry,
The art; the cathedrals, the beauty, the mystery;
I would cradle that flame forever, just waiting
In case they should ever come back again.

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