There is no Mystery in True Faith
It can be for some, a riddle, clothed in mystery,
so wrapped in an enigma, to solve,
true faith and its real meaning,
a paradigm for many, in their resolve.
Faith and hope are so close, as brethren,
coming from a benevolence seen in a god.
In knowing our source of creation,
all were children, formed by hands from the sod.
Not a quirk, anomaly, or aberration,
some chance that nature, like dice, cast about,
beyond synchronicity, this trust in a father,
to the world with great power, we will shout.
The words of man may reach the heavens,
as their intellect and knowledge abounds,
while the true spirit and realness of the eons,
far exceeds the most exotic of sounds.
A burning light awaits those who would follow,
beckoning all that have walked in His way,
welcoming arms outstretched, shall greet them,
and a wonderful place for each to stay.
Heavenly sounds will be heard for those to listen,
peace and love, true freedom is there.
such simplicity in the search for acceptance to find,
and its waiting for us all to share.
There is no mysterious puzzle to complete,
with intricate pieces to lock in their place.
though multifaceted is this life on our earth,
will be revealed by our god's beautiful face.
This simple life, and under a warming sun,
all are the given marvels that our lives require,
In deep reflection and in a quiet solitude,
our greatest faith in each soul, will inspire.
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