Who are we who rise long before the sun peeps over the distant hills. We hear the call of the sacred and the beloved. He wakes us up with a thought so pervasive that we fall into conversation like falling into step with an old time friend. The hours pass and we pray. The day ceases and we contemplate. We think about the intimate details of life that he whispers in the evening, when our daily duties are done. Those whispers drive us to sleep just so that it can begin all over again. There is no other life as sweet as this. There is no other endeavor than His. He has taken my body and my soul. Now, he possesses my mind.
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