“God speaks to each of us as we are made,then walks with us silently out of the night.These are the words, the numinous words,we hear before we begin:You, called forth by your sensesreach to the edge of your longing.Become my bodygrow like a fire behind thingsso their shadows spreadand cover me completelyLet everything into you;beauty and terror.Keep going, rememberno feeling lasts foreverDon’t lose touch with me.Nearby is the land they call life,you will know it by its intensity.”
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