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Intoning light’s praise |
| Intoning light’s praise mourning doves greet dawn’s first rays, while wind chimes dance echoing the birds’ gratitude. I rise from sleep’s sepulcher, chant God’s Most Great Name and proclaim my thanks: Beloved, your verses are fires consuming ego’s chador, lights guiding my soul to immortality’s sea, and fountains of loving water sating my spirit’s thirst. NOTE: A chador is a loose fitting black robe that covers the body from head to toe. |