Praise to the Lord, our loving and creating Abba,
For songs that paint the air
with blossoms of colors no earthly eye has seen
but the heart feels as tangibly as a bouquet--
For languages unfamiliar to our ears and tongues
and the smiles that transcend them
rendering words useless or unnecessary--
For solitude, for silence,
a spider's thread-width connection to the Divine
strengthened by a moment's pondering of the soul...
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