A language, a dress
A simple state of crest,
Faith; name we know, yet obscure
War or peace followers adjure
Some view, ‘what obsolescence’
While others obey in acquiescence
Some strong, some weak
Some seek for the peak
Different from place to place,
Diverse in names and grace
Offering but one end,
To all men of faith depend
Proclaiming yet single destination,
Gratitude for Power’s creation
Some strong, some weak
Some seek for the peak
Universal is thy faith,
Gravitated yet are we,
We are no bird in His crate
But set forth to be free
Your script, my lyric,
Arbitrary based specific.
Thus truth’s there
At the end we all wish to bear
Out there He is,
Here I am in bliss,
Witnessing the beauty of his lullaby
Eavesdropped his melodious labyrinth
Mind believing ‘je ne comprendrai jamais Dieu’
Never will I understand God
Heart speaking ‘je ne suis pas signifié à’
Not meant to, am I
So here we are,
Trying to succeed a failure we still try,
Seeking end on the Möbius strip we ride,
‘Stead of decoding an indecipherable conundrum,
Why try not, enjoy this ride of benevolence,
Come join me in this carte blanche access to spiritual peace.
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