Blue and Spinning Dome

You might well ask to whom I pray

And how, or why, in this dark age,

And I might answer in this way,

"Faith is the knowledge of the sage,

The pinion of the upward flight

Of soul from its imprisonment

To marry contraries in light

And know before one's days are spent

The truth that all our lives conceal,

Eternity as lasting grace,

To live in beauty and to feel

Heaven but a resting place

For those transformers who have come

To save this blue and spinning dome".