How could it be?
Psalm 147:4 New King James Version (NKJV)
4 He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.
How could it be ... traveling beyond the stars in the domain of imagination?
It seems that the shining light ... has to always fall on me.
Selfish trends seem not to leave when “out of self” dreams to be free.
Even violence seems to follow in camouflaged trends of greed
having much then to give others ... to satisfy my appointed need.
Play the martyr in my focus ... so to be admired by all.
Give away all my possessions ... the ones I did not own after all.
Floating in the center of attention ... a desire in us all
acting like “Love one another” if it interferes not with our call.
The center of the universe seems to stop in me.
All the things turn around me ... without me could it be?
Jan Wienen
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