The Entry of the Grace

While the great body of life goes pulsing on

Spinning through the cosmos like the stars

In their predestined orbits through the night,

O Mother of the worlds I muse on thee

And breathe a now familiar air of bliss

Where grief a foreign substance cannot lodge

In a human heart grown full with gratitude.

I am strong again to journey and to climb

Above myself to meet thee on the heights

Or seated in the uncorrupted shrine.

I hold within the wonder of your eyes,

In moments of a calm felicity,

Recall as sunlight through a grove of peace

The entry of the grace into my soul.