You
inhabit in me,
unmoved -
like a stone,
free
as the sky
flowing day and night.
What have you told the angels?
Will the butterflies come,
and snakes be all gone?
I believe in you
when you swallowed myself
in the spectacle of gold.
In adoration of One Holy God,
I believe in you.
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