The Divine

We live in person, place and time

Realities, fantasies and nursery rhymes

While on the streets is crime

Or a man trying to make a dime


Its languages, histories and paradigms

Asking God to show a sign

From up above or deep inside

Proof to us we are divine


But no sight, time or crime

Shows a man divine

As divine time draws the line

And becomes sublime


So why spend the time to rhyme

To commit or stop a crime

As if to prove you are divine

All God gave us was time


So use this time to prove heaven

Help the poor, the sick and the bed ridden

Even earn a dime or two

And for salvation, that’s all you have to do

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