The inner light glows deep within the heart
Of darkness. It can emerge via Art;
That transcends fleeting time and place.
Itis conflated with religious Grace.
Although modern sensibilities may
Deny its presence; it will never fade.
The ancient mystics knew this to be true.
For under the sun, there is nothing new.
It can be hinted at through sacred prayers.
It stands steadfast, despite all mortal cares.
And Love is the cornerstone of the Word.
It softens the heavy weight of the world.
The inner light guides us ever gently
Towards it. In the end, Love sets us free.
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