On nights like this,
God breathes the universe into being,
With his every breath.
Sustaining us.
We stand at the altar of the universe,
One, by one,
Awaiting our breastplate of Christ.
As he bestows the Christ conscious upon us,
We arise, knighted,
And he says,
“Don’t forget me, I travel with you,
I am your true companion.
I don’t expect you to be a Nun or a Priest,
Or give your life to someone else,
Just take me in your heart
And listen sometimes,
And on nights like this,
Come, share my fire.
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