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Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold, Christ's light and glory goes not untold; as the love of his humble grace moves inside me all time and space, as the planets orbit heaven's sun and encircle it one by one-- so, too, am I caught in his sway, beloved of him from day to day. Through hosts of astral dimension God's angels fix their attention with expectancy and burning pause around the universe's First Cause. He, the one true Incarnation that begets cosmic causation, resolves the Infinite Regress from the pre-Socratics' egress with his omniscient wisdom and the archives of his kingdom where all can come and read and know what miracles he'll yet bestow.

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