Word of Life

I search in ways of yet uncharted thought,Seeking the word that might express my ownSense of emergence, with such struggle fraught.Having no word, how can my thought be knownBut by the light of inspiration shown?I sight horizons, glimpse illumined peaks;I hear the music of an overtone—All hints of far beyonds for him who seeks.

"Life" is the word. The still, small voice now speaks.Life is that utter Word which God has spoken;Life of all life, the Life I know my own,Word which the bonds of time, space, death has broken.In resurrection word and deed uniteAnd immortality is brought to light.

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