Tongues of flame, come down inside.
The heart laid bare cannot express.
Must run, go, tell what love has done.
The love which made us, loves us still.
Loves us enough to come and live with us.
Now lives in us. Come see, come hear the
Babble like a brook of bubbling joy.
This expression is for all.
Love wrapped in burning wonder.
The wonder of love which claims us.
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