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The probability of exhisting out of a chance, Among all loving things, Rules and bounderies of all that is…
Looking up scrutinizing the universe, Searching for answers in all I see The answer of how when where and whom And realizing that in fact With all the knowledge Aquired over many many centuries, We know nothing yet, Or may be we have just begun...
Distress overpowers me, Contemplating the stars, Galaxies, and all that is visible And imagining the Invisible universe too, How small, how small I feel, How small I am!
From the depth of darkness of my distress… “a voice” within me speaks Reassuring me
Over and over again Like a mantra prayer “do not be afraid” That “voice” infinitely more certain than Exhistence itself, That attraction, that strong pull, firm and loving Reassuring me of His love, Since the origin of my exhistence and Why not, even before I was.
That “voice” I must follow My soul recognizes it It is Him, the infinite God within me, The creator of all that exists The essence of power and love
How lucky I am, He is my Savior, My creator, my guidance, my God And I…the object of His love
Amen