How fast the darkness would cover all Were it not for the ambient light within. The still prayer, the silent call, The soul that shutters out the din
(We must open, open more!) And learns by leaning into love As we have leaned in births before.
Softly now the Presence tears The veils and blindfolds of the night. A newer song of gracious airs Descends as in a mystic light.
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