Grace

Now a stillness enters in

And aspiration leaps.

A subtle phase preparing all

While the outer being sleeps.

A hundred thousand lives I've lead

Experience of soul,

Awaiting the moment of Thy Feet,

To view Thy golden aureole.

A blessing sign of Thy Grace endures.

For what is meaningless

Or vile when all is seen as Thee

And all is felt as Thy caress?

And what these eyes cannot disclose,

This soul, O Lord, undying knows.