In the Vasts of Space

What more this variegated life might hold

I question not for all has been foretold

And I have sacred memories to bear

And gifts of spirit waiting still to share.

There is nothing more to ask of life or love.

Completed by the world in which I move

Out of all proportion I am blessed,

Recipient of light, by grace possessed,

Yet still to overcome the stigmaed past.

My faith all deviation shall outlast,

For I have met him in the vasts of space

And touched his feet and looked upon his face.