xxx. i.

the experience of God
rings true—
like singing bowls
reverberating softly,
fading into eternity.

the spirit swoons
in building radiance;
turning through roaring waves,
rapturous and wild—
a summer symphony.

trappist voices echo,
from pure, tender depths,
reflecting candlelight
in ancient cathedrals—
prayers whispered in stillness.

outside, wildflowers
stretch for sunlight,
wind ripples through
fields of tall grass—
Life, holy life, unfolds!

Love must be
discovered anew,
rekindled in each soul,
each breath, each moment;
this is our purpose,
                      the soul's calling.

/lex

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