Muse of Splendour

Into the silent mind a vision comes

Other than these earthly eyes can see,

And words with the insistency of drums

Beat on, the silver laugh of poetry.

O Muse of Splendour I offer the empty cup,

Fill me with divine humility,

Impoverished though I am you raise me up

To reaches where the Word is alchemy.

For through these halting rhythms, failing lines

You open me to God's infinity

And slowly my soul with beauty and truth aligns

Awakened to the occult mystery.

A gathering stillness now envelopes me

And gratitude to set the spirit free.