O my children,
Cease thy worrying.
For my love stretcheth across
The vastness of heaven
To perform miracles
Still from afar.
But, the fullness of my love remaineth there
removed from thee for now.
For its entirety
would consumeth all of mortality
and bringeth to not
Thy moments here.
Still I love thee
And shall snuff out my candle flame,
To visit thee and choose to exist at times
In darkness, so to see my fallen children,
In their homes and mortal hearts.
So then, seeketh ye the flicker
Of divinity in men
And find me,
Sitting not all that far from thee,
Waiting for my children
To but open up the door
And invite me in.
6-14-06
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