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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Theocentricity (being touched by touching a rock)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is this magnificent desert rock I have found? <br>Perhaps a piece of some sacred ground? <br>Or a grand work of ancient art<br>from the depths of a great creator's open heart.<br>-Mystery rides redolent in the air<br>Beauty abounds and distinct divination is to be found, <br>Everywhere.<br>The wind sings its sacrosanct song<br>With it the trees softly sway and dance along.<br>All of nature sings, <br>And the Wonder of redemption <br>Awaits in the wings... <br>The sunset covers the Western horizon with blood, <br>Washing the troubles of this day <br>Forever far away, <br>As God watches and blesses from above. <br>A full moon giving grace<br>Flows through the desert night<br>Allowing a view of<br>The most wonderous sight: <br>A hungry old owl<br>On wing takes flight, <br>While the stars overhead <br>Delightfully twinkle so bright.<br>-In the morning the sun arises in the eastern sky<br>Just as an eagle rises to fly... <br>Why these moments cannot last? <br>Why all of time rolls on and on so very fast? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world <br>So much is simply unable to be explained; <br>Like the way it feels standing in the desert<br>During a slow cool rain, <br>Or sitting on a mountain top alone<br>With the fragrant breeze <br>Whispering grace among the trees, <br>Surreptitiously telling you <br>That somehow here and now<br>You are closer than ever to your own true Home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blessed are the things visceral<br>That trenchantly touch and calmly caress<br>Heart, mind and soul; <br>These sweet -if seldom realized- ontic movements of life<br>So deeply alive, I cannot truly reify, <br>Yet somehow I do deeply know, <br>And can't help but ponder<br>Why it is so.<br>For of the deepest things it seems<br>Humanity is allowed only a glimpse, <br>Merely a touch, <br>Perhaps any more here and now may be far too much.<br>So they continue to come and go, <br>Ebb and flow, <br>And here refuse to stay<br>As if only sent temporarily<br>With some divine message to say: <br>' At the center of everything -even a small desert stone- is God, <br>Life's Ultimate Concern.'<br>And through all these things <br>Of great eternal love and wonder<br>We are all certainly able to learn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q>
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Perhaps a piece of some sacred ground? 
Or a grand work of ancient art
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-Mystery rides redolent in the air
Beauty abounds and distinct divination i..."></div>
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