A seat in the back row
A stream by the wayside
This is Your gift to me
A place at Your right side
In the sanctuary
In a season of grief
The hidden priesthood
Eternal womb
Begotten before the dawn
Out of the sight
Of the interested and curious
Shielded from the burning
November sun
Dazzling light
Through the chapel
Window blazing
I am inclined
Towards You
Leaning
Head bowed
Drinking deeply
With delight
The waters of Life
You lift up my head
Your face smiling
Upon my unworthiness
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