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The Light
I stare back from the last horizon,
and scientists look bemused
Theologians prey among themselves,
mystics stay confused
Once through the light Divining
no beginnings or their ends
All truth transcending within itself
-as time and space descend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
and scientists look bemused
Theologians prey among themselves,
mystics stay confused
Once through the light Divining
no beginnings or their ends
All truth transcending within itself
-as time and space descend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
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The Light
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