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When Words FailHow can a word, Even in its most essential form, Within the limits of a singular identity, Express the silent formless breath, The timeless depth, Or the measureless magnitude Of the hallowed beyond? How can a mind, Even if illumined by the flood of vision light, With all its inculcated truths, And centuries of knowledge, Perceive of the shadowless face, The peerless presence, Or the immortal passage of love? Only a heart, Pure, unbounded And free to follow the inner call Can possibly transcribe The faint whispers Of the universal symphony. Only a soul, Within the blissful embrace Of the sovereign Creator Can encompass all meaning of eternity.
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