We are not merely material,
A blend of blood and bones,
Of skin and sinew.
We need a higher Wisdom,
A Being who knows us all,
Someone Who helps us when we fall.
To go beyond our little selves,
To see a broader vista,
To see what angels see.
Though we can think
And feel and do, and make;
Still, we are creatures —
Limited and finite.
As if there were a central Fire,
And we but points on a ball around it –
We each have a unique perspective.
But the Fire can see us all.
clarakatalin 
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