In the vibratory silence of the room Where souls in silent adoration sat, I spoke and words not from my making came. There seemed to settle in the stillness there An atmosphere surcharged with light and love. No sound escaped but my lone voice spoke on Heard in the deeper spaces of the heart. My mind lay bare the higher voice to hear, To feel the presence in my halting speech That uttered more in silence than in sound. I saw their eyes, the few enlightened ones And how the spirit touched began to sing. The psychic tears poured down, Her joy was theirs And they, feeling Her close began to weep, For beauty and delight on downy wings Settled on their souls remembered dawns When spirit to the spirit was unmasked And in the fires of the holy night And in the burning splendour of the day Each being knew the other as itself, The world a dream of God in which we play.
Poems Undated (1727)
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