"God" is The force of truth The thrust of power That moves And has its being Particularly And Generally In the world Of every entity - Up the strand Of hierarchy of circumstance Not by will Or declamation But by the obligation Of eventual order Out of the chaos Of free will. Cum se cum sa On a leash, A rope with Determined slack.
And where is faith? In the wisdom Of the tautness That governs Its fibers Drawn through exigency And ignorance Pull through all To correct the course Toward order And toward obvious Though late, Because earned Wisdom. Tis known, Seen Felt Identified Only in retrospect And then - That is enough Reason to die - Full accomplishment, Enough for one Lifetime - Before the slack Sets in Again Form like Smoke Forever in drift Change and Reformation Evolves Forever.
Order once In a lifetime Within self Is adequate. For after that - The gleam Of peace.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)