and it shall come to pass
that the moon will rise anew
a cycle of hope and healing
where darkness meets light
in the stillness of sabbath
we gather with open hearts
all flesh, a sacred offering
to the breath of the divine
in every remembrance
we are called to worship
not in grand halls
but in the whispers of moments
as stars align above us
our souls reach for heaven
holding hands in unity
together, we become whole
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