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Oh how weary
the lost must be;
misguided by
their distorted history—
searching
a god particle theory.
Where were they
when the Word sang:
Let There Be Light?!
Herein was the Big Bang!
But they couldn’t rise to the height:
the word transforming into light—
Wisdom dwells in contemplation—
out of darkness comes true revelation;
revealing we are the children of light;
colored by the energy of the sun—
the essence of all when the divine
cosmic work was done.
Having maintained an audacious faith in the risen Son,
it’s known, as is the divine design—
cosmic equilibrium is now in line—a new day on the horizon;
and there’s no doubt—that for us—justice will soon be won.
