Psalm
Though I walk
And the shadow of Death hovers over me
I see the bright light of Reason,
And feel the tremorous depths of Life

And on cold starry nights
A warm fire stirs within. . .
Ever the fountain of life flows upward
Ever the water falling down

My heart's mind jumps with joy and wonder
Oh, beauty's swift stealing breath
Oh, rush of thought, like a hawk catching a rabbit!
Swift speed of light that leaps through my brain!
Rushing heart speeding wisdom through my veins!

Ever the dawn, the quiet moment
Ever the upward flow, the magic wand
That is lifted by its own power
The staff of life that has risen
And now rises --
Up to the flaming sky!

walking in shadow


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