O the long, torturous path of learning
Leads to the gentle, unfolding of Grace;
When obscure, abstract notions become flesh.
The speculation about distant stars
Is piecemeal compared to dark inner kingdoms:
Illuminated by His profound presence.
When we share common yet blessed bread & wine,
We transcend the limits of this crude world.
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