The Feathered Veil . . .

Then there was the beauty  

Of the Thing that surrounded---

That had taken the vacated places

In the wall---the encircling veil---

The hid diamond-lights within love’s glory

That came there---where once our dark parts were

And which worked together---

Past all vestiges of earthly capabilities---

Like so many finely interlocking feathers

For our wings

Wings---

Which would have such an unearthly beauty

That they would, of course, have

Only the quality of dream about them---

One was always afraid they might

Suddenly melt away---

Dissolve into thin air--- but--- then---

That was good---

They had already let one through to the other side

And to the whiteness behind confusion

And to the Thing that was there---

That was love--- even as an ‘orbed drop of light’

In which we ever dwelt---

Knowledge of it--- was everywhere written

In the visible world all around one---

Words in everything created by the Word

With the brightness of singing in it, in invisible sound

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-From:  ARKIAHH DREAMING; The Ragged Writings of Everland; Volume 3