A Sense of God
A Sense of God
I caught the whereabouts of my soul
In the spring-fields of ethereal joy:
A lone persona’s radiant smile greeted me
As I grew enchanted by its irresistible will.
My mind was swept away by a tide imperious
In the portending hour of God:
My ecclesiastical sense died in ambush of the spirit;
I am now a captive of God’s everlasting sense.
My thoughts are empty of world’s enslaving ideals;
God’s own brood rules them now.
I am past the twilight and slumber of life and how!
I walk armed of his might and illimitable puissance.
The Divine and I are forever bound to each;
He has crowded my solitude with his presence as much.