Sun Blossoms

Primal Source

IN a strange thrill of fire my spirit leaps
As I remember thy mysterious face;
All beauty seems a spark born from thy grace:
Even the dim invisible flame that sleeps

In the cradle of night curtained by nebulous dreams
Bears the still secret of thy magic thought;
The vast silences of the sky are wrought
From thy immutable ecstasy that streams

Like a song through every branching space of air.
Thy subtle Presence dwells in every heart,
The brooding infinities are a timeless part
Of thy Vision and its sun-magnificence share.

My solitude is filled with thy delight;
Drinking thy beauty like a passionate wine
My flickering mortality grows divine,
A shadowless image of the Infinite.

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