I have stilled the restless beating of the heart, Content to be the empty vase that waits Upon the flowers' blessing, wanting naught But in a consecrated stillness stand Alone in rooms of memory and bliss. Now is a time of gathering and calm No sound of inner music can be heard, No song leaps forth from lips that lived to sing, All seems a silent moment of the soul When only prayer and gratitude abide The emptiness of self that cannot hear The temple bell nor see the breaking light Fill the faint horizon of the world.
Poems Undated (1727)
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