Page 73 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV
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Deep One Night Where a Silvered Bell Grew
Deep one night
where a silvered bell grew and a mysterious sound blew and a question chased me anew
before my eyelids closely drew and I dreamt and knew
not before long in a cirrus cloud, I flew
this 3⁄4 not before I knew
Inebriated my eyes
a glance threw
And my soul did renew when His force blew
like a whirlwind
and carried my spirit north of the crew
how beyond the sea it withdrew!
and my body below weighed more than the sea
and my Soul beyond was as light as a feather
breathless limbless fearless
and the winds blew and my love grew
end-less, cease-less, bound-less
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