Of the time we knew before we entered our humanity
We search for recollection of the union that was felt
Between our hearts and that of Christ, as in his love we dwelt
At times we are reminded of heaven's lasting mark
In grace of human touch when we feel love's certain spark
Yet as we spend our lives in seeking faintest memory
We forget to search for him within our own humanity
Yes! Our souls are filled with thirst beyond our understanding
Which stem from touch of Holy Spirit, God's celestial branding
For we always dwell in Christ although the human heart is blind
Once we yield to trust in Him, His love is what we find
-C. O'Connell-
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