The snowflakes and their patterning on glass In this life I may never see again But they shall live, beauty shall not pass And seeker of the truth I shall remain.
Far is the path on which our souls must go But our beloved friend will take us there Giving us the inner strength to know That he, the Lord, the Generous, the Fair,
Has built his house in our transient abode. In all past lives, he the charioteer Has carried us across the challenging road Informing us with strength that we not fear
The journey of the soul to endless light. Over the windswept plains, the ocean's surge To the future of the beautiful, the bright, To that to which our silent souls doth urge
This frail time cart that ambles towards the One To venerate all, the transformation begun.
Poems Undated (1727)
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