Creation thrums exaltation all creatures live in expectation cosmic clouds over a mountain, ancient saints bowed down to the Son. Nature sings its forever hymn of the one who has come as twin self-same elysian and human, the chosen one, “listen to him”. Let me hear along with him “You are my beloved.” Let this divine affirmation be my ground, my foundation. Let this transfiguration be infused in each inhalation be my constant inspiration be a re-set, my re-creation.
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