Poetry

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The cravings of a triune soul-

I step into the moonlit night
The beautiful Ceation beckons me...
My mind knows that my spirit is yearning,
yet, my body is unexplainably numb

I step into the stain glass lit church
The beautiful Creator beckons me...
My body knows that my mind is yearning,
yet, my spirit is rebelliously numb

I step into the falsely lit up world
The perverted creation beckons me...
My spirit knows that my body is yearning,
yet, my mind is wearily numb

Three levels of enlightenment,
yet one singular need of my soul
for the Light of the World

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