No Shade of Night

Still am I moved by inward things

And have no need of fancy's dreams

Lost in mental wanderings,

For this world's imperfection seems

But a half-step from divinity.

The instantaneous results

Reported so importantly,

Of murderous and vengeful cults,

Religious superiority

Condescending to all outside,

The unquestionable sanctity

Of dogma's sacred, rigid pride

Are wayward moments in a plan

Transcending bounds of human thought,

A destiny divine for man

That but in silence can be caught

When all is stilled and luminous,

The word of truth by grace revealed

Above life's driving animus

To eyes and ears by God unsealed,

And all our littleness transcend

To walk again the paths of light.

In human hearts there will descend

A dawn that holds no shade of night.