In Your Hands Shines the Glass

From among the clouds Coming up pink sun You lifting the shroud Dawn now is a nun Just as the marigold fell On the cheerful ground Rang the fondling bell Step in, an inviting sound The story has ended Put the book on the shelf Fledgling words have blended Smiles the white bookshelf A dream in the new wings Again the jingling bells In prayer beggars and Kings In air an assuring smell Tinkling of your bell A new pen in my eyes Angels in you tell We will melt your ice The sky holds out its hands New sunshine calls from grass At the shore the dancing sands In your hands shines the glass