The Surest Conversion... Poem by james watkin
The Surest Conversion...
The surest conversion of mortality sounds
Outside mortality's bounds.
It has ceased become human nature then;
It has only become men.
Men disrobed of that which divides
Two non-existent sides.
Beyond faiths, and the disparity
Of what they aspire to see.
Pitched are but one of the tabernacles of God
Beneath one sun, dotted a sod!
And we are as fashioned after the sun
With God when there is union.
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