One who is in every changing form Reveals himself as lover, child or friend I sang him once but slowly and with age Have lost the power and the opening That once could fill the vacant halls of space As youth poured out God-given melodies.
When the inner work began the voice was stilled And hid itself inside the cavern-heart To await the day when song as offering Might blossom as the flower to the sun And self awake to light illumining The treasure lost or hid from mind's desire.
I am on the path, yet distant yet my home, Eternity not time enough to grow Unless is kept alive the flame of faith On consecration's altar in the night When all surrenders from the heart of love And gratitude unlocks the gates of God.
Poems Undated (1727)
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