From the Shores of Time

There is a work undone, the soul aware

From long forgetful sleep shall rise, deny

Insistent voices clamouring at its door

And wake the body to its destiny.

The residue of sorrow still remains

To be lifted up as day uncovers night

When the golden One arises in the east

And all the world becomes a home of light.

Then all my songs shall rise on silver wings

A heavenly music accompany my days,

Birds singing in the scented orange groves,

A million voices joining me in praise,

A gift of God award our perilous climb -

To glimpse eternity from the shores of time.