The Fashioning Grace

Brighter than burning acetylene

That blinds the sight if looked at long

A dazzling light fell on my days

And the rudiments of angel-song.

Far now those bright epiphanies

That burst upon my youthful eyes,

Yet from Thy trailing hem I seize

The thread of distant galaxies.

The darker side would flee from Thee

Retreating  to a beleaguered past

Than face the transforming energy

And darkness that must be recast.

Yet slowly and with infinite care

You turn my consciousness towards light

Ignite the spark, imbed the flame

Unveil the soul, the inner sight.