Behold! I stood upon the fringe of creation and lo the universe was Laid bare and naked before
Me in deafening silence and colour and combustion and every part of Everything that is and is
Not I am witness to and the creative power of your breath installed In my being to animate
Me from conception ignites in my chest, sets my soul aflame chains Of conform are
Shattered, broken and melted and I become a cell in your ever Immortal body sovereign
Supreme and there I reach the conclusion to return to what I was Made for, to love with the
Unselfishness of the richest beggar there ever will be in all of Creation itself... for You loved
Me first.
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