Arms outstretched embracing all with grace;
Yea-saying, in Earth’s bleakly barren place.
On crumbling walls of inner courts of sight,
Sage sees daylight even at dead of night.
Gold streaks dawn’s red cheeks, scatters clouds apace,
Spears of glory pierce God’s infinite space
Of massive nature, beauty, love and might.
The plaintive sobs of amorous nightingale,
Throb for her beloved with poignant song.
She knows her faith in him shall never fail,
Soon they’ll rest, breast to breast, before too long.
When even dark night falls, her joyful tongue
Chants, echoing our God Love’s eternal tale.
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