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I look about in wonder at creation's vast array -
The magnificence of thy universe clearly on display.
The view I see dwarfing me into insignificance
And rendering uncertain my very relevance.
For vast though the view, it's but a dot on planet Earth;
And Earth, in turn, but a fraction of Solar System's girth;
Which in turn is but a drop in Milky Way's recipe;
The Milky Way a mere blip amid countless galaxy.
Such dizzying thought paints my existence meaningless.
I see myself shrink to ethereal nothingness.
And yet as I look up, I hold a finger to my eye.
Tiny though it is, it blots the enormous sky.
For you see, the closer something comes to your inner core,
The ability it has to block grows more and more.
But the finger - though near - is on the outside still.
Move further in and find that tiny things can kill.
The soul is on the inside - it is our inmost being.
A mere speck upon it blocks more than physical seeing.
For though it may not block the universe - material -
It truly blocks the deeper universe - spiritual.
Every single sin blackens all of heaven with hate.
And as long as we harbor it, it blocks its very gate -
We may not enter until every sin has been released.
Every sliver of anger cuts us out of heaven's feast.
Every ounce of resentment will over-weight the soul.
Every bit of selfishness takes a deadly toll.
Every tinge of envy cries out for recompense.
Every touch of callousness dims our angel's defense.
We shall never enter heaven so long as we permit
The smallest speck of sin within our soul to inhabit.
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