Virtuous are the children of Jacob in their intimate reclusion,
magnificence shines from Israel in formal assembly.
And I sense an outpouring of generosity as I approach your sanctuary.
It becomes a palace to me.
I will duck, casting off the awe of worldly status,
As I become drenched in your sacredness.
Holy one, what I love about your abode is that it becomes a nexus of your grandeur.
I will kneel so I can give birth to a blessing in the presence of the holy one,
The progenitor of blessing.
But I have only prayer to offer you at this moment where your will is poised.
All I ask is that you speak to me in return, holy one,
Summon your great kindness!
Speak to me from deep within the truth that is my salvation!
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Andy Oram
14 April 2002
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