A Grace on Which I Meditate

My eyes to new horizons must define

The spirit's journey bordering the light,

Alone to see the symbol and the sign

And climb from height to far advancing height.

Hardly has the journey of soul begun

Companionless and silent now I wait

Cognizant of battles lost and won,

The past a grace on which I meditate.

The future's offering I must prepare

Live in the moment conscious of Her love

Who holds my soul in Her sweet, tender care.

Determined now towards His feet I move

And all my life a consecration's rite,

By Her I live, in Her is my delight.