Has made manifest, God, Weaving Master
the unfolded fan spheres of each purple aster
Her sermons on silence and beauty and peace
are more powerful than those of any pastor.
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od's projections of God's own perfection heal us with their reflections
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How perfectly level is the lake and the mist above it
and are the bottoms of the clouds above both
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When raindrops slowly slide off of the rose
they take with them her fragrant ambrosia.
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the sun leaves no residue when
in rising he melts the dew
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem