Out of the night, I stumble half a step toward You. You have already taken a thousand toward Me, like a silent underground stream that emerges into a secret valley, rising in a mist of presence filled with thrush song, dogwood blossoms, the intoxicating fragrance of hidden things. I come by a path that leads from my brow to my chest, on a journey of exhalation. Thus I enter the kingdom of your Sabbath dawn. The pilgrimage to the heart is eternal, but it only takes one breath.
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