My hymn is sung to that great and holy One, Who dwells in splendour, a radiant light, That shines in every heart, and every Sun Of Self-effulgent beauty blazing bright. Thou art All, Thy mighty will is always done! Make our actions worthy in Thy holy sight.
Oh Lord, we pray to keep Thee ever in our sight, Oh Thou, whom we adore, our God, the holy One. Thy rays of grace and love are always bright In strength and power, as in the golden Sun. Keep us from wavering, fix our hearts on light, Thou art All, Thy mighty will is always done!
Thou art All, Thy mighty will is always done! Not foolish will of ego lest it darkens sight, And screens us from Thee, oh majestic One. Thy blinding brilliance of eternity bright, Is stronger, deeper, than summer’s noon-day Sun. Let’s bathe in Thy blissful balm of blessed light.
Lead us from nescient dark to conscious light! Thou art All, Thy mighty will is always done! And ever mindful we’re resting in Thy sight; Thou art father, mother, friend, oh holy One, Thy perennial fire is shining clear and bright, Deep in our hearts, flames Thy splendid inward Sun.
Thou within us, who hides, is also in the Sun, Dark clouds are dispelled by thy beacon light. On bended knee we praise Thee, Oh primordial One, Who through grace revealed, demists our frosted sight.
Thou art All, and Thy mighty will is always done! Polish the mirrors of our souls and make them bright.
Oh jewel of faith, that sparkles diamond bright,, And shines fiercely like our bosom friend, the Sun, Thaw our frigid hearts with warmth and light, Thou art All and Thy mighty will is always done! Oh, let our deeds be worthy in Thy holy sight, To hymn our love for Thee, oh great and holy One.
Praise to The oh wondrous One, burning beryl bright, Make Thy wisdom light to guide us, as the Sun,
May Thy mighty will be always done, in Thy all knowing sight!
My Poetry can best be termed 'Post Modern Formalism'. It is an aesthetic poetry returning to mainstream of classical English Prosody as a reaction against to-day's overworked prosaic free verse, which as Robert Frost succinctly stated".... is like playing tennis without a net'. I repect the principles of musicality, and where ever possible similes are rooted in Nature. As mystical poetry they demand and elevated language. My main influential educators have been Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Algernon Swinburne.