There is a Land

There is a land where only soul can go

A galaxy beyond the farthest star

A garden of light that every child would know,

Close within we think it daunting far

And yet it calls to us like a heaven-bird

But blind we see it not and rarely hear

The still small voice of the Eternal Word

Its sweetest strains so gentle on the ear

That listens through the silence for the sound

Chanting within the tortured human breast;

No peace shall be until that Peace is found

No joy retain until in That we rest.