Soul vision
Guessing game it is not. But i know sometimes
Overt presence of the divine i'm not.
Devotion still is happening within, not crimes.
Intervention happens when i am brought
New trials beyond my ken. Not for my skill
Mind you, but for some mercy that is beyond me.
Everywhere this mercy lives sometimes in boggy catskills,
Sometimes in more bright Kinkadian landscapes. You see
Empathy is sometimes not spoken. But wherever
Experience is shared like when the mistake you made
Simply is erased and yet you know not the severe
God you expect. So that when you see the plaid
Or confusing fabric of the error again, the alarm's
Din you felt will be salvation for the deaf; not more harm.
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