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I recall the wandering whispers of my soul,
Drawing them into the holy ground,
Weaving them gently into the sacred heart.
Thread by golden thread the light returns,
The scattered rays become a treasured sun;
Whole and luminous they shine a single song-
Singing, ‘This that I am is for you alone,’
As only you can do what is to be done,
For this gift of I is Thy divine smile.
I am home with you,
I am home in you,
I am home as you.
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