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8. MORE PERFECT
THAN ANGELS
That we could be more perfect than angels Is an ancient holy promise -- Though how that could be so Is difficult to understand... Like wondering what or who puts the quality Of brilliance in a gem deep in the earth.. Or why... As a gem is hardened in the fires of the earth And an eon of river tumbling brings forth a polish Trevail smoothes our rough places, And brings forth pure intentions... In old age there are those Who having known much hardship Have eyes like a sky of love. But it is the eyes of the innocent young That bare the promise most purely; As yet unscathed by the world How beautiful are those eyes, those hearts, Those bodies full of grace... In a world of broken hearts Where souls cry bitter tears Promises are remembered Stored like treasures. It is good to know What we were meant to be And it lightens the heart To see wise words made So incredibly visible. |
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