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At the Well


I saw from above
(lifted from a mind of blackness)
that all heads were bowed

And instrument sounds played to our reverant gathering of crowd

were sweet and pounding

full of grace and clear sound

And tracer lines of prayer

filled little glowing spaces

of deep

calling

to Deep

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