In the Soul's Embrace

These woods, these trees, these clover-scented fields,

The ancient stones on pathways I have trod

All sing to me as all my being yields,

The humble weed with hidden bloom, the sod

So cool and lush that springs beneath my feet,

The faces of the once-thought faceless mass

In whom I see divinity replete

And see myself as in a mirrored glass,

Reflecting light that glows from deeper seas

Of self that lie concealed in matter's masks,

The love that waits its ultimate release

And only our sincerity it asks

To blossom forth in splendour as the dawn

This earth to make the paramour of light

And we in bodies beautiful, new-born

Arise and in the soul's embrace, unite.