This universe is not our only home
Though it be made by god or quantum foam,
If we exist why not a multiverse
With worlds as blessed as this one's surely cursed?
This broken weary world's a proving ground
For all the dross and beauty to be found,
None but the best and true move up on high
What's gross will wither, fade away and die.
The miracle was beyond our time and space,
A stirring that the void could not erase,
A field of raw potentialities
Bubbling forth infinite realities.
Some worlds like ours have lesser energies,
While others move at higher frequencies
That sin and evil never can abase:
Behold the angels who gaze upon god's face.
copyright Ron Stephens 2014
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