27.10.2024
Golden was the sea that morn As golden is each day and night, One can feel the new world born And Mother who is our delight. The world knows not the harmony That on earth has surely come, The unfolding of the mystery Too vast to see, too deep to plumb, Except to those disciples here Who live in love and Her revere.
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