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"We are richer than we think, each one of us."

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It's easier, you say, 
it's easy to love and be loved - 
just look to the empty sky, 
that is how much God loves you. 

Ah, the sky,
the open blue sky. 
Beyond, they've found new life. 

Planets in about an infinity yonder - 

How I wish we found life there, 
that would shut you up wouldn't it. 

Would it? 

I had assume it would, but now I'm not entirely sure. 

Some apologist in torn jeans and a t-shirt would probably say, 
say into his wireless microphone attached to his face, 
say,

"Oh the wonder of our God" 
"How great and awesome our God truly is for creating this marvellous universe." 
"That our God would be so magnificent as to create entire other planets for us to share our love with, and his message of kindness and goodness." 

Inter-planetary prophets,

all the while forgetting about the time, you know, 
when we thought the earth was flat,
when we thought the sun stood still,
when we thought everything revolved around the earth,
when we thought that snakes had legs,
when we thought that men were men,
and showing any sort of deviance from the mean meant death. 

When we were supposed to be God's special children. 
Not the most specials, of course,
He loved the Jews most. 
Of course! 
Why wouldn't he? 
Yeshua, El Shaddai,
why wouldn't He love the ones who gave him such fantastical names? 

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Yet we look to a thousand year old,
two thousand year old book and we believe it wiser than any fathomable piece of text. 
And we use it to teach and scold and chide and enforce,
because it makes us feel safe and hopeful. 
Because it is right and it's always been right and no one can say anything about that and that is final. 

and we forget, 
that each of us is richer. 

I screamed, or I imagine myself screaming into an endless void hoping for a wiser being to respond. 
To touch me with some enlightenment. Touch me right here -
on my heart. 
That's where my sorrow lies, that's where my river flows. 
Touch me there, and leave a mark, 
I pray. 

Be merciful and kind, 
Father, 
be all that I need you to be. 
I am empty and weak and helpless, 
and it is only through you that I find my strength. 


Yet,
each of us is richer. 
richer than we think. 
each of us.

I looked to the void for answers for I thought that within me was an empty well. 
The void returned only echoes,
but from within me sprung forth hope and life. 
From within I sought, for the first time, the sublime. 

That something holy and sanctified, no longer necessarily outside of myself, 
but found inside me, 
something that I could construct and keep for my own, 
like the gift I made my mother when I was just a child. 

Richer than we think
Each of us

Richer than what we've been given credit for,
by the powerful and the insecure. 

None of them understanding our true might -
yes, those that side against those that built Babel. 

Richer than what we've imagined ourselves to be - 
build higher, 
wider, 
deeper,

look across space and the final frontier,
see how much we can do,
and dream 

and dream 


and from within yourself, 
find enough strength 
to do. 

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