Now a stillness enters in And aspiration leaps. A subtle phase preparing all While the outer being sleeps.
A hundred thousand lives I've lead Experience of soul, Awaiting the moment of Thy Feet, To view Thy golden aureole.
A blessing sign of Thy Grace endures. For what is meaningless Or vile when all is seen as Thee And all is felt as Thy caress?
And what these eyes cannot disclose, This soul, O Lord, undying knows.
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