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Echo Suppression: A Viator Prayer



Where the echo began

is no mystery: on a

mountain in a garden,

born of disobedience.


Beauty wilted and faded

where the echo began

and everything it touched

had the scent of death.


To suppress the echoes,

O God, East of Eden,

where the echo began,

had proved impossible


until: Incarnation and

Pentecost’s indwelling,

effectively muted

where the echo began.

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