Words That Cannot Be Quiet

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My heart overflows
With Love
Most noble

Cascading excess
Of words that cannot
Be quiet

It is you

Who have knocked
And opened
And entered

Where we sit
In the pleasing good
Of our communion

Sister Spouse and Brother
Sacred anointing

I love God more
Because I have
Loved you

Being loved
By you I am
Transformed

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