Run To The Place Of Splendor

Felix Vallotton. Moonlight. Musée d’Orsay.

Morning slowly comes to consciousness,my prayersstretch tight across the silent skyawakened by the beauty of the golden dawnshake free the endless circles of a dark and fearful night.The senses fuse - sight, touch, and sound are oneand all to splendor run,rise high on blazing diamonds of a pure and selfless loveup to a sunlit day.Emptied of all denial and deceit,my povertyabsolute - at last complete,quietly into His epiphany I walktowards light seen in music that was never heardand softness spoken that was not a word.Oh, the love, the wonder in the blazing diamonds gaze!And I?I must arise in faith and goby inward passage from what earth I know. BWSexcerpted from The Hidden Life Awakened p190.