Until It Has Become Open - Poem by Liza Sud
Until it has become open
in moving our souls back -
His Immaculate Light, white,
as for an innocent child.
But suddenly once I knew Him
through veils of alien powers
He entered, as if in Eucharist,
became - me, and I'm always with Him now!
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