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.

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