The Word of the Silence

The Word of the Silence

A bare impersonal hush is now my mind,
    A world of sight clear and inimitable,
A volume of silence by a Godhead signed,
    A greatness pure of thought, virgin of will.

Once on its pages Ignorance could write
    In a scribble of intellect the blind guess of Time
And cast gleam-messages of ephemeral light,
    A food for souls that wander on Nature's rim.

But now I listen to a greater Word
    Born from the mute unseen omniscient Ray:
The Voice that only Silence' ear has heard
    Leaps missioned from an eternal glory of Day.

All turns from a wideness and unbroken peace
To a tumult of joy in a sea of wide release.