Poem -

An Uncommon Prayer

If the days aren't sweet enough then remember how few of them are left
If the trifling things of your day to day seem overwhelming
Then know it won't last forever
That this too shall pass
Just like your time upon this sacred Earth
We are but the flowers of the field created for the pleasure of the author
Our days are numbered from our birth and we shall perish like the plants
Our destiny is within the thoughts of our God
We are nothing more than instruments, spirits, pieces of a divine source
We  will return to the thing that made us, to the one who holds our light
Do not fancy yourself any more, or less important than any other items in creation
For everything is important and nothing is important
In the face of this we must take comfort in our present 
That in this second, in this vast stretch of infinite potential we are here and alive
The odds of awareness, of consciousness in this vast universe is trillions to one
The gift you have been given is without price
No man can purchase the thing which you are
No human can be entirely completely spiritually copied
Do not let the mad scuentists receive you
They are entertaining God good
Embarking on the dark AI agenda of transhumanism 
Playing on the fears of the unenlightened ego
It is vanity
The further down that twisted and sick path of self worship we go 
The more we deny our humanity and embrace technology
Deny ethics, morality, sacred humanity, and divine laws
The further away from the light we go.
Stand in the light
Be the light when there is darkness
Hold people in love and be strong
Stand for your beliefs, be truthful, kind, loyal, faithful, generous, and holy
Be holy as God is holy
Be brave do not allow the idle and wasteful chatter of evil belittle or harm you
Stay in the light my family
The true and precious  lights
Amen

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Mark Olcott

Line one locked me in and then took me on a beautiful run all the way to the end.

a poem worth returning too often

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