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A bright light that’s far away can’t be distinguished from a dim light that’s near
God’s glory was attenuated by a thousand spheres of unspoken prayer
So the Ancient Splendor came down among the people and healed their bodies
He stood in the temple, His ruddy face glowing like rosy Aldebaran.
The Lord of Glory stares at the full Moon–the Star beholding its Reflection.
Moonlight washes my face to a silver sheen.
I spread my arms and embrace the Ancient of Days.
