The Lord's Transfiguring Kiss

In the mysterious hour of rose and purple sky

Faint as a sigh when borne upon the breeze,

Dusk arrived, the calm to amplify

And settled, drifting down through silent trees.

All the green and vivid growth in light

Slowly sinking into eve's embrace

Vanished from the realm of mortal sight

And left a lovely fragrance in its trace.

Darkness took its hold in strange delight

And from its bed of soft creative ease

Like spangles on the velvet cloak of night

Issued forth its star-struck melodies.

Choruses of cries disrupting peace

Their raucous calls resound from limb to limb

A symphony atonal without cease

Harshly sung like an overjoyous hymn.

And in this ancient atmosphere we sleep

To rest and dream our unremembered dreams

Unconscious swim in waters warm and deep

Seeking to find those soul-embracing streams

And rivers where the spirit worlds unite.

In that subtle space with open eyes we seize

A glimpse of God's corona in our sight

Revealing the future's dawning matrices,

The outline of the secret Master's plan

Etched in stellar argosies of hues,

His relentless miracle that fashioned man;

In every cell the truth-light shall infuse

The fire that sets the aspiring soul ablaze,

A force transform from realms of timeless bliss

A golden influx brighten human ways

And earth receive the Lord's transfiguring kiss.