On the Borderlands of Prayer

I saw on some unshrouded plane

Where heaven's golden fire blazed

The death of Falsehood, evil slain,

And then a rose-like chalice raised

To slake our thirst for God's advent,

A cup eternal, Grace-filled, fair,

A symbol of divine descent

On the borderlands of prayer.

I saw Truth leap across mind's bars

And day assault night's dynasty,

The trespass of a million stars

Upon the Void's infinity.

Whatever burdens we must bear

To gain the soul's recovery

Knowing, we shall not despair

Or grieve for lost divinity,

For He whose calm sustains the Light

Descended here to lift earth-kind

At work in us though recondite

Her Force that will our fate unwind.

All-love contained within Her smile

And in the beauty of His eyes

Compassionate infinities.

At Their Feet we knelt awhile.