I've yearned for Thee

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I have wanted You in name, shape, and flavor,
In hard-to-reach thinking, in lonesome retreat...
In existential thought, in meaning form-free,
In generation-operation-destruction, in mystery.

What is this Your divine play, oh Mercy's Embodiment?
In an instant much You break, and much You make afresh
How many are the things that arrive, so many that leave,
In the dust at the outskirts of Your feet.

Unseen-Unblemished is Your name;
Obeisance to You is beyond the mind-sense-speech range.
You are source, position, and final state;
You smile on psyche's jeweled swing.

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