Let my soul rest in its destination
O garden of delights in which my best
shines forth like a bright star
or stands clear as an opaque moon
amidst the darkness of midnight
Soon is my departure
for the foreign land of paradise
that I wish to make it sovereign of my now
that my how might contain that great joy
and not bow to the greedy drought
of sensual pleasure,
the needy doubt of an angry world in love
with the empty promises of moments
chained to the disguise of gluttony’s illusions
that devises gods of things
And wears its religion like a ring
discarded at the door of a new sensation
that life is just a traveling from station to station
And death is but a final stop
that wherever one might drop
is somehow sacred,
O sweet heaven,
what joy that my soul will be fed by your leaven
and the conflict of a wounded heart
will melt into unity
and the law will blossom into beauty,
Compulsion will bow to surrender
and constraint will be conquered by forever
O my beloved, your love will be a window
through which my ignorance
that barely perceives what is below,
will conceive of great distances
and reconcile extreme separations.
O my beloved, your love will be a mirror
through which my heart shall see
and witness itself disrobed of sin’s error
wearing instead the grace of to be
and to grasp at your sacred divinity,
O my beloved, let your kingdom come!
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