Bells
of silver in the silence sound
Emerging
from the inner sanctum
Of
our unseen lambs --- cadences
Of
unearthly music run in rills, as
Water
trickling escaped from rock
Taste
the liquid sound, glittering
In
the eve-light, shimmering as
The
leaves of poplars in a breeze
It
cannot be seen --- or heard, but
It's there defying all description
From
all their works in this world
Some
silver sound seeps through
Yet
not, a sound, nor a thing, seen
Nor
yet a taste, but some fragrance
Of
a heavenly lightness and hid joy!
The
empyrean elusive thing sensed
Our
heart is lifted forth in the instant
Spirit,
uniquely touched, is caught
Moments
in the joyous holy light!
The
thing, rare, as a new butterfly
A hint
that can never be captured
Eluding
each effort to hear or find it
Not
conforming to any expectation,
But
once heard --- never forgotten!
Even
for a whole lifetime: it haunts.
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