In the mists of the long dead past
life arises
In the gleam of sunlight on the rose
life shines forth
In the smile of the young
life expresses love
In all the vagaries of our mysterious world
and existence
there shows forth, to the one who can see
the Love that saves
To open one's eyes is sometimes hard
To keep them closed is the way of the coward
Belief takes effort
Denial only hardness of heart
Listen
In quietness
Read
The Word of God
Then the Truth will come like warm summer rain
and your heart is nourished and renewed
and you can be born again.
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