The Place
There is a Place where mortal man is enclosed by the divine
Where weak frame is suffused with power
Where the heart burns with passion,
a deep hunger induced
A compelling drive,
a Yearning that beggar’s description
The beckoning of the soul
To fulfil mandate in time,
There is a Place of longing
A fire from within and a quickening of this feeble frame,
There is a spirit, whose influence overmasters man
There is an igniting frame, a tongue of fire, a strength so divine.
A man beyond man
There is a realm where all the powers of man cannot operate
There is a presence so igniting
A force that gives wings to men
There is a current so gripping
There is a wisdom beyond the citadel of learning
There is an unmurmuring serenity that freezes the soul of man
A constant submission to the divine will
The awe and glimpse into the realms
And these moments, Oh how swift its wings
There is a garment so pure,
There is a Power so real
There are no imitation there.
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