O My Beloved

O my beloved with the eyes that heal

How often have I bathed in those bright seas

And in their depths diviner love did feel

Above the sorrow of the centuries.

The years have flown, the ship of time sails on,

The oceans of the world now chart my home,

Old cloaks discarded for the new I don

No more the restless vital self to roam.

I move towards familiar distant shores,

In the shaping of a world participate,

Wherever I turn I see an open door

Of welcome; is it then my spirit's fate

To walk among the sanctified and pure

And know within the One in whom you dwell,

All darkness and desire to abjure,

The thought-streams of the troubled mind to quell,

To all who come, my love, my joy to give;

In the embrace eternal now I live.