Since Time Began

March 17, 2011

Wisps of fog come drifting through the trees,

Majestic soaring of the regal firs,

A sun-edge cloud blown by a steady breeze,

And in my heart a deep emotion stirs.

Ascending through the serried realms of light

I soar on golden wings my soul to rest

And on the boughs of ancient trees alight.

This world is made for beauty, not a test

Or trial we must endure for Paradise,

The promise for the good and faithful few

Who enter as the heavenly minstrel cries

Welcome, welcome, welcome, to each of you!

Earth is the place where men and angels meet

Upon this soil where the blood of ages ran;

Look on its loveliness, so grand, so sweet

This world; God ordained since time began.