Are there degrees of spiritual freedom,
or is its breadth just either or
Is the light metered out or self contained,
and endless in its store
Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined,
beatific in its scope
Or can it be portioned, forever to share
—granting wishes with its hope
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
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