At the outer edge

Neither todaynor ten times ten yesterdays,in my backyard or in the tents of squalorthat seem continents away;neither at searing noon nor soaring midnight,beaten by wind or bewildered by sea;

Not ever, anywhere, has God's omnipotencebeen hesitant about supplying good,or constituting law,or being All.Mind's movement moves the universe;Soul's absolute precision marks no lapses,moratoriums, or negligence,not now or then or sometime when

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