The Eternal

You need grit in the
oyster to
make the pearl; you
need an Iscariot to
foil hell; God
works with all things
in his arena, cracking
his shell is
grist to his mill, he
is the cosmic cleaner who
condones and rebels - he is
master of heaven and
hell, the devil is of
his party, he is making
all things well - there is
nothing he cannot do
or see or hear
or tell - he is
everywhere and nowhere the
eternal.

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