The Best

Posted: March 16, 2014 in poetry
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The best of being is sinking into the chill emerald sand
And breathing each scintilla of morality like a martyr-
Then we will know what to do with our pain,
Because we who steal reality are doomed to ask for forgiveness
At the end of every day spent in our oblivious cocoons and,
We who seek forgiveness will question each carriage of paranoia on the train to eternal bliss,
And ride until the end of all fallible things.

No more death: each beginning does not yield an end because each is a fresh bud,
Unique and fragrant and waiting for experience.
Each bud is a manifestation of the Kingdom of God
Where every theologian is a poet
And each moment is eternal,
And blessed because it is fed from the tree of life,
‘And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.’


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