Her Unseen Hand Lies in Us Silent

They stoop to find who discover a fresh leaf

The tiniest part of swiftlight, ALL in the joy of falling

The precious love-gold presses only where she loses

But all Everland waits to watch to welcome all her kind

                                          

Shivers of the broken thing her cache of emerald fire

Parted cradle-pearls fall upon the grail’s own cusp  

Her welcome, singing in every shattered heart-of-child

As waiting Everland runs to find and greet her own kind  

Outstretched, helping her unseen hand lies in us silent

Hiding all the favours of her beauty waiting patiently

As lost wanderers walk, near blind to her presence

Seeking solace in outer comfort and missing the spoil

Of a dropped strength found the greater part of seven

And lived in, its buoyant counterpart is very free

Love’s fugitives escape wherever first they are taken

Finding sweet company with hosts of star embracing angels

They win who dare; they drink who by love make wine

They drink that better love, the rain, and feast on favoured air

Finding comfort, caught in Everland’s hidden splendour

They lose the good, the hard to part with, and so find the best!