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Gleam
In everything enormous and miniscule, From orange, full-blooming moons To black ants swarming about my bare feet, Where I'm standing, in God's garden, Planting soul-seeds, by hand, in the seething soil
(Which I can only hope will grow into faith-food I'll harvest for the rest of my days), I see manifestations of divinity, Worlds, universes, cosmoses pulsing and throbbing With possibilities of primal love, serenity.
And if this weren't sufficiently visionary, salvific, In reassuring my ardorous heart That the business of living is innately glory-born, Contemplate this: in nature's gleam, I can see from the start to the far-reaches of eternity.
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