Wonders And Beatitudes Untold

It hangs on the horizon warm and bright

A golden agate in the eye of night.

Trees in splendour burn, the woods alive

With autumn-song earth alone can give

And knowing this my spirit shall survive

Irreparable loss and deepest grief.

My soul on waters floating as a leaf

On streams of consciousness I hardly know,

Towards oceans of felicity I go

The force of God holds me in its tow.

I pass by banks of beauty flower-strewn

And fields of youth where memories in ruin

Lay scattered and my dreams unrealised,

The music of the stars my heart surprised

In soul's deep chambers sounds I recognized

But could not own nor in my youthful state

Bring down to earth, their harmonies translate

To human keys or lift the weary mind

To revel in sonorities refined

Surpassing all the joys of humankind.

I wait and call the Presence in my heart

Neophyte of heaven's gilded art

Attracted by a light I long have known

For towards its brilliant glow my soul has grown,

Before the spirit from this shell has flown

Shall know for I have looked upon Her face

And felt compassion and a godlike grace

Invade the sanctum of this human mould,

Her flame within this mortal breast ensouled

And wonders and beatitudes untold.