There is a brightness in my room today as if a god passed through and breathed on my air intensifying it and leaving behind a luminous presence of freshness that makes colours stronger and things starker and makes me see more vividly. A god has written on these pages before I came - and here I am tracing lines not mine. I am a seeing, working scribe, and I am free in this freedom to be all he wants of me - this brightness is a gift of light that comes from an unseen eye and enlightens mine. I bow humbly and accept the gift with thanks and fervent praise - I raise my hand and never let the passing moment pass unacknowledged lest I lose its grace.
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