When it never fails
To achieve the everlasting
And spontaneous combustion,
Life
Takes root without true
Explanation as in a
Miracle, a gift obvious
Of a higher Power –
…That I close my eyes and
Believe.
When it never fails
To receive the penetrating
And splendorous compunction,
Life
Manifests a beating heart's
Reflection of a soul's flame, oblivious
Of sin and things wretched
…That I close my eyes and
Believe.
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