Praise Be 2
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Praised be:
Flashes of insight
Amidst transient things.
Praised be:
Oceans of infinity
In minute particulars.
Praised be:
The fragile beauty of butterflies,
In a disenchanted world of steel and glass.
Praised be:
Sweet miracles of Grace
In a cold, godless Age.
Praised be,
The Rose of Mercy
Amidst the thorns of hate.
Praised be,
The radiant glory of angels
Amidst the desperate howls of animals.
And praised be:
Those who glimpse the sovereign sun;
Although they still dwell in the shadow lands.
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