And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thought; a sense of the sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. And the round ocean and the living ar, And the blue sky, and the mind of man: A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thoughts And rolls through all things… #energetichealing #miracle #energy #universal #thomasaquinas #poetry #Grace #Divine #angelic

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