When I hear in attention His word, I too sing...
In a wordless voice and find peace;
I lose myself absolutely in the resonating Word;
The true leader leads me to the Eternity...
Where light upon light shimmers...
And the unsounded Word resounds;
This I perceived by the grace of God!
There the houris sing in the tents...
In melodious voice in my own Music Hall;
He is near, nearer than my jugular vein!
He fills my very anfas and the whole cosmos!
Where shines the Eternal Light...
there I sit remembering His name;
I finally understand by the grace of God...
That this Lowest of Low is not remote from...
...the Highest of High.
MyKoul
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