There is One for whom all names
are but a pale and hollow reflection

One so far above all games
where meaning and purpose arise in perfect action

Such is the nature of the One
who lives in the heart of every being

And when, in glory, we go beyond
this One is who we are seeing

- Jonathan J. Dickau
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