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.