Poetry

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Fast are your feet
Steady are your legs
But where in such haste do you go?
Why do you run?
How does one get to nowhere?
Like a powerful train
You push forward, to the gain of all your hands can hold
Gathering emotional cargo as you go
Yet the beginning and end of your tracks have the same point of origin
You say gain as much as you can, for soon life will end
I say gain life, and there will be no end
And as this mystery, with all its riches, carries you on forever more
While you are still here
Its gift will be contentment in the peace that has been left for you
And that is Godliness with great gain

Remember this
Though you have it in your hand
Nothing lives that exists only for now
Do not exist!
Live!
For true life does not fail
It has no beginning or end of days
But to live, truly live
You must choose to persevere to life
Choice alone cannot bring freedom
But where you choose to place your belief can hold you free
Choice left alone is without an answer
And on its own it can do nothing
Speak!
Yell if you must!
Prompt an internal cue that may respond to what has been freely presented to you as life
For to live begins with a choice that will not leave you alone And gain it you cannot
Given can be the only factor of such a resolve
The question has been presented and answered in the Ancient of Days
To have life, you must have the Son
All other gain is simply falls to loss loss

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