Into the silent mind a vision comes Other than these earthly eyes can see, And words with the insistency of drums Beat on, the silver laugh of poetry.
O Muse of Splendour I offer the empty cup, Fill me with divine humility, Impoverished though I am you raise me up To reaches where the Word is alchemy.
For through these halting rhythms, failing lines You open me to God's infinity And slowly my soul with beauty and truth aligns Awakened to the occult mystery.
A gathering stillness now envelopes me And gratitude to set the spirit free.
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