2 hours ago · Nature · hide · 0 comments

When the swan of your Name descends on the exhalation of dawn,alighting on the still lake of my beaten heart,where a golden mist of unfathomable kindness rises to kiss the sky,many thirsty creatures cometo bow at the water's edgeand drink from our mystery. No need to whisper"Jesus, Jesus."No need to whisper"So'ham, So'ham,"I am You, I am You"with every breath.

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