You, my Lord, have stood on earth and looked at the same moon that I see.
In Your humanity stands the center of mystical Love.
Here . . . now . . . the entire world is sanctified. . . holy made . . . consecrated blessed.
How I long to ascend . . . descend . . . approach . . . to simply rejoice in the many ways of knowing always . . . ever . . . only . . . You.
El-roi, God Who Sees . . . You have granted me a wee bit of Your seeing eyes as here I stand and behold the same moon Your eyes have seen, Your hands have held.
Blessed.
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