I’ve come to think, I’ve always thought,
That thought is power,
That thought is naught.

I understand concepted Man,
I understand that no one can
Be God.

I’ve come to see, I’ve always seen,
That sight is power,
That sight is naught.

I understand graduated Man,
I understand that one Man can
Be God.

I’ve come to feel, I’ve always felt,
That touch is power,
That touch is naught.

I understand emotional Man,
I understand that no man can
Be God.

I’ve come to ache, I’ve always ached,
With aching’s power,
And aching’s naught.

I understand the blindness of Man,
I understand that One Man can
Be God.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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