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Redemption's no community event.
Adjacent pews posess no guarantee
to help one know, just what the scriptures meant,
"seek Heaven first...all else is added thee."
Despite his prayers and praise, a bleating sheep,
is still just mutton looking for Bo Peep.
Endowed with but the barest chance to free
his brain from bonds which keep him from the key
to higher inner states and upward aims,
he'll lose himself in endless winless games.
His life becomes a pointless waste of time,
and journey's bloom will end as spirit's slime.
There is no fixed and sanctioned set of rules
empowering one to lave-in Grace's jewels.
Already whole, a living perfect shrine,
all souls of men are sons of the Divine.