Presence perfect

formless beyond description

arisen upon descent

saving all-told from destruction

a presence that Perfection sent.

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spreading laced veils before us

we smile and cry through our strife

mourning, while weal’s keep on turning

salt weaving the woundings of life.

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borne high we stoop low for a season

to carry the wrong with the right

we weigh every load upon reason

just like beasts in the burden of night.

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yet spirits smile silent upon us

sweet fragrances sent in the sky

even tides sway to know moonlight

ravines weep down steep mountainside.

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eagles charm Light with their feathering

angel wings balm every soar

Love reigns to sooth with Her weathering

Life water flows deep in our core.