I found the holy city in the heart And it was aflame! All was fire and as I burned I saw Tongues of orange-gold. Seated in the ornate high-backed chair She watched the blaze She lit. As tears poured forth from revelation's eyes My being was consumed. How long I burned I cannot know nor say For there was no pain, And then the heatless flames grew brighter still, Blossoming from my heart. Higher and higher they leapt, I was engulfed And yet I did not die. And as they rose and soared from my breast She ever so calmly spoke, Resonant with love, a Mother's voice, "You have just begun, The potentialities are very great."
Poems Undated (1727)
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