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Born Again

Every second of every day

God speaks life into this world

That greets you in the here and now

If you take the time to listen.

 

God creates existence from the future

So to give it to your present

But every time you receive it

It has already become the past.

 

Do not stay with this past

And with its spectral illusion

Try to overtake the future

And be creator of God’s word.

 

But man cannot countermand

The eternal will of God

As love’s radiant authority

From which all existence flows

 

Son of man cast off your past!

For your illusion originates there.

The future speaks with resounding truth

That there we must all be born.

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Written by
the-they
American
Published
Oct 24, 2011
Lines·Words
20·116
Notes

This is probably too technical to be a very good poem :P

This poem should in no way be taken as anti or pro-church propaganda (I believe that what Jesus called "church" was in many ways the opposite of the institution that we call "church" today) or as a reason to not do copious amounts of illicit substances (unless, of course, you have a problem).

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