Imperfect

Universal truths and certainty,
There is always a canon, a law.
And ever
Separate are the Holy,
That is their virtue.
But the cosmic circumstance,
The Universal plan?
The wilderness and the voices?
All in line with their books.
There is an arch and a Bishop
A world of believers,
And condemned unbelievers.
The science and the spirit,
The Galactic and the Quanta.
The village and the crowd,
The pocket in the shroud.
Kindness is King
Love and understanding.
Everything else is imperfect.

Written in response to the word "Imperfect" on #introtopoetry

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Event Horizon

Here is a hand drawn lifetime
Which I hold up to the light,
Just as it appears in reality.

It looks too much like
A troubled, drawn, mess.
Which beggars belief.

A torn strip of a B existences, 
Drudged in the gloopy syrup of time,
Slow and secluded, styled and misled.

Deceived and deluded
Dumb and derided.
It is a simple, singular blip in universal time.

As the three arrows pointed out,
Insignificant, as this life is,
Most don't even make it to an event horizon.

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Simples

Henson-Finklebob.

There is no intrigue here,

My narrative delights you
With its simplicity.
Know you are perfectly loved.
Simple.

My message unfolds
From these layers of grace.
Like emerging petals or whispers.
By the joy you feel within, know you are loved.
Simple.

You do have worth,
Which is Out of this World.
And you will stand in highest regard.
Because your pattern has been set by my hand.
Simple.

You have within you
My reflection, my breath, my life,
You have my direction to follow.
And I have placed you near to me
Simple.

You are more precious to me
Than any Universal See.

No spark,
No bang,
No storm of stars.
No fission or fusion can ever explain,
No number of reasonings or philosophising,
No man made mistakes
Or acts can ever give true account,
Or test me,
Or explain me
Or catch me
Or refuse me
Or chase my Nebula.

Our search is for you.
You have only to know me
And I will give you your world.
That is the expanse of my love.
Simple.

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