Poem -

The Power of the Babe

Escaping the Labyrinth

Imagine you were a person who sticks to your promises 100%

Image you promised the person you loved more than anyone in the world (perhaps imagine them as an infant) that you would make their future bright and glorious

Imagine that child has been kidnapped

Imagine that in order to rescue them, you had to enter a foreign country that spoke a language you knew nothing of and they knew nothing of yours

Imagine you promised yourself not to speak a word in your own tongue but to only listen and observe until you could tactfully make a way for that child to come home

Imagine you couldn't tell anyone what you were looking for, or it would jeopardise the operation

Imagine you could not even tell that child the truth directly or it would die of shock

Imagine being God in your own alternate reality where sin is the currency

And your child has wandered out the gates of that Good Reality and into the imagination of infinite possibility

Having entered into the Mind of the All, let "the Son of Man" return to the Mind of Christ that holds that All together and makes all things good

A new Name is coming

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