I bask in the light of your candid beauty,
And feel myself pulled towards the same,
I study at the shrine of your heart’s duty,
And feel your soft silences, like even softer rain.
All my edges are gone from me,
I am a pebble in your hand.
You are my mighty river,
And I hug you as the sand.
In your eyes, I see them there,
The luminous curtains: aurora,
A lustrous shimmering,
O’re the nights’ black dome,
Without which, beauty’s the poorer.
My Jesus your beauty and your living streams,
Interweave the vibrant tapestries of all my dreams –
Your loveliness gives me courage,
Your goodness makes me trust,
That my soul may yet flourish,
That I can do yet what I must.
