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Oh Christ, the idea sighs for a gesture,

A wink that lights up the universe,

Your glow alone is enough to ignite the rest,

In the inner battle where the heart is immersed.

The planetary focus illuminates the avenues,

Where shadows dance, but You are the clearing.

Pain runs hurriedly, without truce or measure,

Enfolding lost souls, wholly amputated.

Oh Christ, templar of naked simplicity,

You walk among us, like any common passer-by.

But it is in the word that Your love floats,

And in the gesture, the miracle of hope is reborn.

The touch of the body is what consoles us,

Waiting, patient, for Your divine hand.

And in the silence that unfolds around You,

There is the echo of a love that eternally enlightens us.

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