poem 3

Redemption comes from on High—and it must

be so, for none of us could e’er atone

for the sins we have committed against

the One Who sits on High, enthroned above

in the perfect purity of endless

harmony within Himself, Who knows no

end of the perfection of completeness

nor vicissitudinous needs as though

He were one of us, sans identity;

for in Him and to Him and from Him is

all being of reality indeed.

There is no other name whereby one is.

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