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Standing on the edge of darkness
so deeply hushed with quiet through and through
I can feel the surrounding
the holy rushing, silent
whispers of spirit smoke
trailing
It is upon me
this swelling hope
grafting my detachment
to its pulsing
center
for it believes
This hope
it rolled in atop
the mighty words of prophets
springing forth day from night
life from death
Rejoicing
And here it is now
billowing on the edges
of my coming
and
going
reaching for my hand
with wonder
and blessing
both
The silence
it is upon my lips
while my mortal skin
trembles
I must keep awake
for
He
is
coming
Joining
and
in sweetening the world with poetry words.
