Saint of uncontainable joy,
You loved, and gently tip-touched,
The sacred mysteries of God.
You became one with silence
At the edge of sacred time,
And understood that all times
Are contained in every time,
That sometimes only the smallest can hold heaven,
And that eternity can often be found
In a grain of sand.
Delighting in the Bridegroom,
I see you dancing, forever,
On the perimeters of paradox.
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