I am just "a transient on his way to eternity, made
in the image of God but with that image debased, needing
to be taught how to meditate, to worship, to think.”
For the briefest of moments I am suspended in space Seemingly separate Self contained Whole
What I fail to see Is that this is the briefest of moments The ground of my being that gave me birth Will swallow me The ripples I made will fade Like distant memories
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