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How can that be?


Acts 17:29 )

29 Therefore, since we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Divine Nature is like gold or silver or stone, something shaped by art and man’s devising.

 

How can that be?

 

Does rhythm change from day to day ... is structure of the mind affected?

Are patterns set in early morn or defined as you pace through life?

Am I to say that the only way for me and to self be connected

is to move to be reborn again ... far from mixed up strife?

 

How can that be even a thought coming from beyond myself

against the very nature that plants me here on earth?

Almost like I was bought and paid for as you can tell

that provides my nurture from places now unheard

 

Maybe “truth proclaimed” filters through the heart

Maybe “the writing on the wall” can so be understood

Taking away every excuse ... until one departs

to be confronted with its falls for the worse or some good

 

Jan Wienen

 

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