By Marietta Martin:
One day there will be no more unexpressed words of love,
There will be no more stifled desires,
There will be no more silent presences: all the voices will be heard,
The veil which the music lifts will never more be lowered,
There will be no more inaccessibly space, and
the spool of time will unwind in the present,
All the sister particles of souls will join together.
The sunsets will be explained,
Beauty will lose its anguish,
Creation will be the clear word of divinty,
One day, like a beautiful voyage toward the beloved dead.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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