Now soon he’d leave that magic sea,
That living magic broth,
Escape its ever boiling froth, set free,
To join the spirit world he does,
A bubble like he will explode,
Into a sea unknown,
With all the other there he’ll float,
Upward and away has flown,
Up and up his spirit travels,
To the furthest sun,
All of him, his might unravels,
His freedom now has won,
Time and space, he conquers all,
An instant total all there is,
A million miles is small,
A million miles of all is his,
Surrounded and engulfed submerged,
In all of Gods domain,
Now he’s one, of that he searched,
With God he will remain.
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Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
love the rhyme and meter.
I do have a slight quibble with the presentation. Drop me a message if you'd like to hear it.