In the beginning
in the before
when lost I was searching
for something, something more
before the term faith
was one I could define
this was written.
we are touched.
finger of divine.
crossed our paths
forever entwined
neither straight
nor curved
all dotted lines...
etc... forever
never not ending
when found we the other
started returning, to heaven ascending.
though imperfect
as all of this world is
the choice is past natural
not ours, it is His.
we are supposed; predisposed
open to the possible
hours a book unwritten
never-ending, never closed.
chosed before we could even choose
the struggle's never trouble
when we be completely (in sign language you complete me)
so fused.
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