Here swift winds have raced,
Blowing clean the rock,
Scouring the earth.
Here the sun has poured
Its brilliant clarity,
Its cleansing fire.
And now the evening rests
Its gentle, curtained peace
Upon the wilderness.
So the human heart,
Having known storm and fire,
Swept clean, made ready,
Finds a deep privacy,
Curtained and quiet,
A place prepared.
From this serenity,
This quietness of heart,
Men pray the prayer of Soul,
The prayer that knows
The oneness of true being
With eternal Truth,
That sees identity
Sustained forever
In the infinitude of Love.
So vision is refreshed,
And the undistorted image
Comes in focus.
So the gentle dawn,
Serene and comforting,
Crowning the heart's communion,
Comes as a benediction
Upon a blossoming
And fruitful land.
