Your ways are Mystery and Wonder. I stand as a miracle myself, we are all miracles in this hour- little footprints of You, in a desert of oceans of nothings: here we are…on the threshold of an intoxicating loneliness.
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Every move of leaf, bird, human voice, a kiss from the heaven we seek.
You are more suddenly more audible, more watchful in Your distance. We are weaning from other mothers, we are closest to the stars.
You are like the silence of the sun, the wind I cannot see, fire I cannot touch. Against my will, I glow in the glow of This.
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