To Transcend

My cup of tea steaming by the couch,

It sings theology – I have never heard it shout.

I don’t understand, but I feel it all through my house.

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That leather book has grown jealous eyes.

It speaks about things I recognize,

But I’d rather feel than stop to clarify –

My ideals are better undefined.

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This machine I’m in is breaking down;

My existence strives on shaking ground –

To transcend, and depend therein.

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The absurdity of it is glorified;

My faith moves, restricted on every side.

You see, I am no man to rationalize –

No, I really don’t think I am.

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This religious scheme is breaking down;

My existence strives on holy ground –

To transcend, and depend therein.

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There is no more that I could be –

No more right that I could see.

I am all that You are.

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This religious scheme is breaking down;

My existence strives on sacred ground –

To transcend, and depend therein.