from the book Beloved Spirit
On a night when the course
of life is run,
And the heart and the light
at last entwine,
The beauty of all the world
now unfolds
In breathless grace only
faith may define.
In this instant’s bliss,
when innocence thrives,
And stars hang so low as
to touch the heart,
The soul may arise to
reach the divine,
Leaving imprints on earth
as works of art.
At the hour when planets
halt in their path,
To receive the noble and sinner
as one;
The truth of a fortune,
dismal or fine,
Matters not when Heaven’s
kindness is won.