It is my pleasure and privilege to dedicate this poem to true artists everywhere. I hope these verses are worthy of you. You inspired them.

BENEDICTION

Time's wraithlike threads weave an
impalpable silver veil. 
This perspicuous enigma, a mystical, 

discarnate grace, embosoms all life.

Her warp and weft, her every hue, 

she reveals to dauntless souls 

who would see. These blessed vessels 
of Fate, to Mother Earth tethered, 
wield Her sacred implements -
quill, brush, chisel, tones.

Spirits revelling in ecstatic desolation, 

they glory in the faceless clock;
thirsting, they reach for the Infinite.

Through divine portals are they led into
transcendence; the Universe fleeting
whispers its secrets, reveals its
mysteries, bestows visions and strains 

to man unknown upon the chosen:

Unstruck music of cosmic creation,
sparkling laughter of the Sun's rays,
triumphant stellar chorales,
the Moon's silken glide,

soughs of dying stars;

Murmurs of souls newly born, 

kindling of new life's heart,
susurrus of life blood,
resigned weeping of evanescence,
sacred silences of the tomb,
of Creation's own altar,
Eternity in one earthly moment.

© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

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