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A Nest of Light


This,
From which I spring
That, 
To which I wing
And the distance between the two
Is as that from me to you;
A span so wide, a rift so deep,
A cloud of thoughts from which we reap,
Those flitting forms that keep us blind,
Deceitful shadows of the mind.


In Man's darkness my eyes were hollowed,
I've seen enough and turned to Thee;
To have, to keep, only
 fed my plight,
So I dismissed that which I borrowed,
And in the stead of falsity,
A single flicker of Thy light,
Has made this Moonbird come to see,
That
Which is Hallowed.


ekoh
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