Beauty to Transform My Soul

When mind is busy with its worldly things

What wakens in vision are truths we cannot see,

Our dreams are visions too on fragile wings

Those covert glimpses of eternity.

Of earth's demand for beauty I am moved

And the latent perfection in all descended here,

I see from an inner eye the golden-hooved

Stallion bear the heavenly rider near.

The forests call me to their dense retreat,

The morning sings to me its hymns of praise

And soft green swards beckon my pilgrim feet

As sunlight bathes the world in lambent rays.

Peace comes on me as a mother's gentle hand,

An inner rapture steals my heart to bliss,

I suffer beauty to transform my soul

And long in silence for his rapture's kiss.