BEAUTY XVI

The mystery of Life she expounds

to your inmost flame;

your vessel she blesses, that it may

heed Time's decree.

No mortal affliction shall impede

your pathway to her favour;

the deaf may hear her tones,

the blind, see her light,

the mute, chant her praise,

the lame, sway in her radiance,

for she moves the Soul to

hear and speak, to dance and sing.

Her whisper whelms

the tyrant's roar, her touch enfeebles

the barbs of man's contempt.

Her tints she rains upon your domain,

even upon shores of your unbelief

that repel tides of Hope.

Her voice you would discern

in the moonlight tinkling upon the rill;

its silver tones take

unto your heart. Seek her, as the lily

that lines the grave

looks up to the Sun she no more sees.

Call to her in silent worship,

as a swan to the one rainbow that

knows its death-song.

In dreams, journey to your Spirit's birth,

to where Truth's golden shadow falls,

for, upon its eternal crest,

Beauty renews herself.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE VENUS THAT WAS NEVER FINISHED

Source: www.the-athenaeum.org

Artist: John Duncan