In starswept silences the winds will blend Bright flowers born of heaven's haunting hues Great mother-blooms from summit scapes descend And all Thy timeless, fragrant love imbues.
Earthman the awesome stillness calls thy heights And beckoning angels imprint the clay and sand While motionless thou liest in stillborn nights And wait the touch of Truth and Her command.
A liquid voice beyond our knowing calls To witness worlds that only few have seen, Beneath Her tread the adversary falls And the eyes of earth awaken to her queen.
We touch thy feet and voices born of prayer Call thee to heal this age of our despair.
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