GOD"S MANSION

You see a mansion, white-walled,
High-shining on a cliff;
Standing alone, so
Exquisitely built,
Intricately designed;
And ask
Who is the architect of these fair halls?
Where is the masterbuilder now?
No one knows
As the years pass,
For he is long gone.

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We dwell on a planet - a pristine opal
Set in the claws of Time;
Hanging in curved space,
Flawlessly formed,
Breathtakingly beautiful;
And wonder:
Where is the designer of this damask sphere?
Why has he gone away?
No man knows,
Though aeons pass
He never has been seen.

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But one day ......
He might come home.