Guest guest Posted August 18, 2009 Report Share Posted August 18, 2009 AS PINE TREES bend beneath a pile of snow, So shall I kneel before your mighty power, This sunset eve, this solemn silent hour. Midget 'me' yields! only now do I know That I must die for angel wings to grow. In one ultramarine wave of bliss, our Hearts are blent beneath the marriage bower, To fuse in a lantern's incandescent glow. Consumed by fierce naked white hot flame, Like a moth who flies too near the light, Bewildered, blazing, brilliantly bright, Mind's flint is struck with reverence for your Name. My eyes can no more bear this dazzling sight, 'I Am That', by your Grace, eternally the same! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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