All Nature is too beautiful this year. It is as if her soul remaining blessed Before its last ascent this earthly sphere That shall no longer feel upon its breast
Her joyous tread though still the peace descends; But O the heart can hardly hold this day Whose glory all our human grief suspends, For God in darkness ever lights our way.
I try to capture on transparencies Colours that transcend the imaged eye With subtleties that thrill and moods that ease The pain that lingers long when loved ones die.
We must not lie in sorrow's arms too long. I hear a voice: "Do not cling to the past, Keep still within the one beloved's song And know your souls shall meet again at last,
For He who whispers softly through the rain And faintly speaks to us within the stone Shall lift in time the burden of our pain When we shall offer all to Him alone,
Our sadness and our joy, withholding none Of those dark thoughts we think are solely ours And actions mean and small that hide the sun Of truth behind the heavy fortress towers
We build within our hearts to hide awhile From those beatitudes too bright to face And think we can by childish stealth and guile Escape from His intolerable embrace."
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