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Enfolded in Love

At last I can address you as my God

Without concern, for we know what we mean,

I feel no need to struggle or explain

What lies beyond mere words, which may seem odd

To intellectuals or those who insist

On disecting life up to the point

Where it has vanished and dismembered joints

Lie bleeding, meaningless, for they have missed

The beauty of the whole which was far more

Than simply an enlisting of its parts

And all scientific tools and arts

Cannot encompass that which I adore.

          I looked for you, but looked in the wrong place,

          Until you caught me up in Love's embrace.

Brian Hick February 2011

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