Poems by Themis

Your Word

Your Word comes singing to my soul

And passes over night's silent sea;

I cannot keep it or control

Or capture all it says to me.

But the deep caves resound with light,

The terraces of being flame,

And everywhere from depth to height

Reverberates your beauteous Name.

The earth a-tremble to the core

Bursts open its vast granite hold,

Releasing through its broken floor

Strange sacred fountains flowing gold.

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