that foolish man
was only an illusion:
without the starry eyes, I see
the other side of who You are
and who I am as well;
a chance to see how everything else
both in and out of you
moves into one;
that, far from gone,
God is still bringing light,
an alternative to darkness,
and behind the stars
that fiery glow of unconditional love
that fixes everything shines warm,
rippling gold across the sea of soul:
the God I know you now to be.
(Note: it wasn't until I was almost finished creating this image yesterday that I realized it was the reverse of the previous poem's image, so this poem is yesterday's poem reversed, or upside down...)
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