The Mark of Divinity

August 12, 2011

Open the doors of wonder

And the casements of shuttered night

Let break upon the wakening soul

A vision bathed in light.

Release from the grasp of darkness

This being trodden down

By pain and ignorance and death

That God may spring full-grown

From that which now is clay

Mould a living form of thee

Thy image from our dust

That closed and blinded eyes may see

In all the mark of divinity.