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My heart overflows.

Verses write themselves.

Universes of grace spill

as from a Pitcher of Light.

I am a hollow bone

for your Words

and Ways

when I’m not in the way.

Your Energy is endless.

Aloes, cassia and myrrh

are the fragrances of Your robes.

Harps and lyres are the sound of Your voice.

Golden gowns drape Your Queen,

many colors adorn Her.

Lord and Lady of Creation,

You are joined in your chambers,

Your consummation conceives All That Is

and must continuously create.