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A tongue of flame paints circles in the air.
The bells and cymbals resound.
People clap and sing.
A shiver of excitement runs through my heart, O Lord.

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At some peak moments You have bent low over my life
and the power of Your presence has struck sparks of fire within me.
In such brief moments have I become the camphor
which willingly burns and dies without trace.
And so each time, O Lord of my life,
I watch the circling flame of the Aarati,
I remember those moments, when the intensity of Your love
has demanded that I become a little flame
to burn out, in praise.

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