That touch of the hands,
that sublime giving,
occurred beyond recall.
As if we washed death
from our hands.
Everything that used to be
between us,
for centuries,
we listened the music of the spheres!
We were gathered by the Logos.
As if we were born
in that joining of the hands,
In the bliss not felt before.
The water of the essence
Flows through us
Into our palms,
So that God's face
Reflects in it
And speaks through us.
God unites us
He is here to stay!
He has settled into our palms
And we keep him to ourselves.
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