So little left to say, perhaps a smile Or nod in vague agreement to a phrase And hear the tales that pass the time awhile. Around my soul voices like a maze
Of sounds implode while I, a soul aggrieved, Recall past joys ere the great abyss Before me yawned and all my being cleaved In two, torn from the heavens of human bliss.
In the voice of friend or stranger I hear love And cry for recognition in the void, To dream the dreams that God is dreaming of, A world of light and beauty unalloyed,
To move from blind desires, unvoiced hopes, The promised face its veil withdrawn to greet, Our being towards the sacred fire gropes As earth prepares a carpet for Her feet..
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