When the veil was thin and silence reigned,
The heavens wept, the earth remained.
The moon arose in royal grace,
And time stood still within that place.
No trumpet called, no chorus sang—
Just lightning’s whisper and heaven’s clang.
The rocks bore witness, tall and true,
That something sacred passed right through.
I felt it brush against my skin—
A touch from where all things begin.
No need for words, nor signs, nor proof…
The veil was thin—
and love was truth.
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