Almighty Thou
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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The presence of the white moon
And the white fire,
the fragrance of the blossoms
falling down like white feathers,
the emerging gold of the white fire,
the slow dance of those flames:
all that kindled in me
the sharpening presence
of an Almighty Thou.
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