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Where Rapture Lies Lead me, O Great Spirit, to places yet unseen both close at hand, and sailing wondrous far; release my soul o’er waters of Your sea and out to ceaseless burning fires of stars. And down to ocean’s deeps below the tide to find again completeness and relief; then, flung beyond the galaxies of time come back again to earth, to watch a leaf unfold from fractal patterns found innate. A universe beyond the one we know, a luminary crèche to contemplate, exists in forms we cannot see below. Your temple of the sky is filled with cries of birds who more than tell where rapture lies. |
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