The World Is your image

The world is your image of the divine,

Where in nothing matters but ism of love,

that is you are bold and new for worship,

and there is no idle church where we could meet,

in this world of forsaken and abandoned hopes,

In which to live the only existence we carve out,

on the song of a nightingale and love of the love bird,

which flew when once the desire for God is met out,

I am with you in my own heaven where the prayer is about,

you and me and the paradise doles out abundance of God,

I have taken you more than God in the temple of man,

when nothing was fore coming there was a sound of love,

and the word soon broke out on the image of divine.

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