Here is a meeting made of hidden joys,
Of lightenings cloistered in a narrow place.
From quiet hearts the sudden flame of praise
And in the womb the quickening kick of grace
Filed under christianity, imagination, Meditation, Poems
Tagged as Bible, christianity, form, Poetry, Prayer
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