Faith My, 'God' Each Particle Poem by James McLain

Beauty of her beauty
she which has lived without such vain charm
or she seeking not
all each minimum his things
and the effect he has and as such.
The crack where the skin of the earth, 'is it small?
Observed the fact that pleasant are those
where it is intended by the maker,
are less liken never or, invite openly appetite candidly.
Therefore when those mature most,
being the cosmos opening, and the rift,
the small particles as fruit therein;
And those are to be closed, 'at the time of a certain truth,
as for love that is especially, 'attractive when blooming.
For the sweet corn to bend to the mind,
if those are taken independently,
it is much beautiful because the other things.
The bubble of the grass and the oceanic each wave
where, 'I have the ear of the lion,
and like each thing to be many when you put it in place,
flaxen yellow silk it is done;
But being seen individually with natural relationship,
if one moves the other mustard oak,
when and like this it is made around us astronomy,
as for those and there is an validity simultaneously.
Therefore the woman that product outer space,
his of the imagination and thought has the fact that her ones
are inspected but, as for him/her when it is complete,
most in the appearance which is not the possibility of always?
So itself appropriate charm and the month the way,
that it makes always seemingly perhaps,
a certain, 'thinking may understand it; at it's 'Closest.