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Poetry

I wonder why it is
That some ideas and feelings
Can only be expressed in verse?
When I wish to exult
In great praises to my God
Why does my heart sing so
That I must sing aloud?
And when I consider
The deep azure sky
Which reflects the very face
Of the Infinite
With feather white clouds
Sailing along like great sea rollers
And the deep mystery
Of the forests of ponderosa
The grey craggy heights reaching up
To the heavens themselves
Like an earth-bound angel
Striving to become like the very sky
Why does my language become thus?
Perhaps, even greater mystery
Lies where I least expect
When I ponder on your lasting grace
Your beauty and radiance
I stand dumbstruck before you
Eyes full of wonder and worship
Heart full of light - warm, golden, bright
Why does my heart sing so?
Surely there is some mystery here
The one of the divine
In the universe surrounding me
The other the divine
In the universe within you
And all I am able to say
Is I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

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