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Born from the love that He shed 
He shed love and spit out His last breath 

From His veins … for all
As He shed blood all the pains, gave out love

Know, man being stubborn …
While they burn in hell, never His intention!

Because, of His increased and lengthy love 
That till this date, endless and infinity … He

No materials nor celestial site, can end like He
He the master of time, He never ends 

He goes on forever …
He can never, ever be measured, dare you 2try

He, the universe large and infinite
That, which never ends that’s He

Know, space can’t reach the end of the universe
No speed of light can get you there … onto a ride

Know more, as you reach
It still moves on, going on forever 

The moving horizon moves on …
Light continues on, that the theory of relativity

Albert Einstein …
A gene of our time?

He the beginning and the end 
Yes, He God the beginning and the end 

He, the …
Smallest and limitless 

He visible and invisible … 
the source of all lights

I had to pause …
He the lens’s perhaps you can see 

Not of that, yet-of a develop microscope 
He, how many light years away from us?

Go to the mirror 
Look at your eyes 

Yea, go to the mirror 
Look at your eyes 

Is He … alright!
As you can catch 

The eyes of God 
God, it matters, is He there? 

The dark energy … is that He?
All the red and microscopic bits of all the bangs

Only He, expands like a rubber band 
He the universe, finite and infinite 

What two things are finite?
Man’s dumbness not to believe in Him 

He that is finite …
The space that never ends 

He fits, where you think, He can’t
He there, where all expands 

He a bubble that you can see and thus go
A dimension, that exist in your heart 

Catch Him before, you go to another dimension
Look for Him now, not later go with Him …

Go to the mirror, shed some tears 
Remember how He died, now you shed red tears 

Please, look at your heart 
Try to match that of His

Make sure, when you bleed red tears 
It really comes from your heart … match it 

Let it be love …
Now go, now go, go, go

Slowly, move, move slowly 
Feel your heart …

Spray it with love 
This time …

spray it …
To everyone

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet

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