Notice how alone, greedy and stoned they are.
Their mealy mouths agap
in amazement at the heavenly reminders
etched upon the heart.

The genetics of love echo, "God is eternal".
My green eyes have seen the glory of the coming of The Lord
in the beginning of a morning... in the ending of a day...
in the black of midnight... in every season...
He has His reason.

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