I deemed a soul from future stars Descending blessed my human eyes, A vision etched on golden jars Fronting the gates of Paradise.
From deeps of silence rose her smile And calm surrounded her that night She chose on earth to toil awhile Missioned by the growing light.
Upon her frail and weakened frame There fell a radiance and Grace And I in silence spoke the Name; Through Love I saw the Beloved's face.
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