You feed me this indescribably sweet fruit of your Presence
And it is by Your very hand that I receive,
simply parting my lips.
And if I should reach out my own hand
to attempt to touch, to hold, to take,
would it not dematerialize,
no longer there to taste?
For it was never mine in the first place,
but gift given.
Simply a moment of eternal ecstasy,
or just a mere foretaste.
Longing for glory divine lingers on my lips
as I wait in this place.
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