From
a dawning that could not be held back
From
a source no man could fathom
Love
spilling from the well within
Coming
trickling beneath the door . . .
Light
was brightly shining in its silver folds
Gathering
strength as it went
Sweeping
away the rot as it travelled onwards
In
restoring glimpses of a former glory . . .
And
seeking in full measure – finding places
It
could fill and establish with its selfless self
It
achieved its end and multiplied itself:
Taking
up a torch and igniting the world
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