You, who made the stars gleam anew

Nothing’s short of salvation about you 

Like the first breathing host of heaven

Every goodness in me has chosen

My poetry dances in hymns

Even my crushed heart still dreams 

And seldom I fall on my feet

It’s when you and the Divine Source meet

How shall I go on with this?

When miracles aren’t made without a crisis

But why should such Love be dissuaded? 

When you sound like a holy word granted?

-“Holy Love”, Nicola An


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