The Touch of Heaven in Our Hearts

There was one conversant with all arts.

Now she is gone who made me young again.

Alone I face the future and alone

Must live the present, knowledge to attain

Of lives long past and loves to me unknown.

Can we say that tears are useless if they wake

Our grief to understanding and our minds

Return to calm and let the soul partake

Of vastness and the healing of the winds

That carry the message of diviner love

To the spirit seeking in a slumberous haze

Something that it feels but knows not of

Lest light illumine our common days

And we feel the touch of heaven in our hearts.