Words
This day at thy creating Word
The morning comes
like soft hands
out of my dreaming,
where I wake
twisting words
in flames of possibilities
between the tips
of attention;
becoming the coloring glass
I am looking through
for glimpses of the unfathomable
beauty of You;
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First o’er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine
And fill our souls with light divine
Universalis Hymn
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The morning comes
like soft hands
out of my dreaming,
where I wake
twisting words
in flames of possibilities
between the tips
of attention;
becoming the coloring glass
I am looking through
for glimpses of the unfathomable
beauty of You;
read more>
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