My soul weeps with longing,
For the eye of my soul it sees,
Flashes, fleeting moments,
Emanations of that which is Best,
Pure, Virtuous, and wholly Divine.
I see Goodness, Truth, Mercy, Justice,
Twinkling in imperfect man,
How little faith is needed,
The existence of the Perfect implied,
By that which is imperfect.
Oh how I love,
And long to be forever lost in,
What is on other side,
Pierced through with darts of Light.
But a kiss from the lips of God,
My soul cannot be sated,
By this promise of His Essence,
For I long that all might share in Perfect Bliss.
Come, darkness, draw near, gather all about,
For so much the sooner your time will end,
I pray not that I should pass over into that Light,
But that the Light will move you on,
And dawn over us all.