God speaks to each of us before we are, Before he`s formed us — then, in cloudy speech, But only then, he speaks these words to each And silently walks with us from the dark: Driven by your senses, dare To the edge of longing. Grow Like a fire`s shadowcasting glare Behind assembled things, so you can spread Their shapes on me as clothes. Don`t leave me bare. Let it all happen to you: beauty and dread. Simply go — no feeling is too much — And only this way can we stay in touch. Near here is the land That they call Life. You`ll know when you arrive By how real it is. Give me your hand.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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