As the seed falls upon
Barren and fertile soil alike,
So spirit, inherited by every man,
Finds in individual dispositions
Soil at times unable to sustain growth and
At times unable to suppress it.
Slaves to the flesh,
Those of barren disposition
Claim they hear not my voice, even at a whisper;
Though feeling my presence,
They admit it not.
Alive to the flesh but
Dead to the spirit,
They that deny me
Are no less my children.
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Estranged for the present by the
Dispositions of their lives, these men,
Of flesh and spirit by birthright, have
Committed no crime and are
Guilty of no sin, but are merely
Walking their path.
In the end, as with all things living,
Spirit returns to spirit, unsullied.