Robed in Beauty

Though I have wept, held others as they wept

No sorrow can suppress the joy I feel

When the pale coin of morning turns to silver

And the gold of evening drops upon the trees.

Long have I lived my days in beatitude.

Though I have seen the hurt of this world

Always an aureate dawn holds my gaze

And in night's cradle of stars sleep peacefully.

There has been turbulence and troubled times

When my beloved left the fields of earth

And I alone in grief was wrapped in night.

Then a feathered bliss descended on my soul

With the folding of its wings enveloped me.

I am a surfer on the waves of love

And remember those who lifted me above

The little self and all life's petty needs,

To a vision of the new humanity

Robed in beauty, luminous and free.