Page 57 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV
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He Who Through His Eye Had Seen
He who through
His eye had seen
The dark thought
that hung His towering being low
Fought the dark clouds unaware it led nowhere For His soul denied what the universe knows:
“A cloud is made dark by you”
O away, away with the fog and smog!
And let us journey back to heaven’s abode.
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