In thy darkness, we glow;
Like glittering rivulets
Of starlit hills,
Our minds flow,
Into thy divine grace,
Singing thy unending praise.
It has been a challenging two weeks for your humble servant. A lot of matters, unrelated to this exalted temple, have put me to the test; I aspire to stand equal to them all. The dark has given much respite, that I am, as ever, thankful for.
I hope that visitors to this temple will forgive my simple tastes; the austere life of a priest is not for everyone. That said, I do believe that everyone can admire, and hopefully, respect this austerity, and perhaps, even revel in it.
Your humble servant shall constantly try to better his craft, and I will speak with you again in two weeks’ time.
Signed by the Second Priest, upon this moonless night of March, at 0319.
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