To Her Alone I Pray

May 18, 2014

Beyond the faint horizon of the mind

The soul in secrecylayundisclosed.

I could but see it in the light outlined,

A form that seemed so calm, composed,

As if the world was held within its vast

Embrace and nothing could touch and nothing mar

The sanctity it held from ages past

In lives it lived in some forgotten star.

Is it me, I wondered, or some fragment dream

Or figment of the busy mind's caprice,

And yet I knew it me, the world did seem

So small and one life but a puzzling piece

On a canvas of the future world's desire.

And then I woke and felt the inner fire

Alive and burning all my sins away.

I kneel to Her, to Her alone I pray.