If we mirror the images of Him,
Then He must be like us. Feels lonely
And asks for sympathy with stormy sighs.
But selfishly we hide ourselves under shades
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He is like a white light that when diverged is seen as a spectrum of seven colors. We call it a rainbow. We are different colors of the same rainbow and we will be converged again we shall all become a white light once again.
Wonderful imagery. NIce depiction. A stunning poem shared. Thanks for sharing. ....10