The poem
HERE where the loves of others close The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is absolution for our sins.
We took forbidden fruit and ate Far in the garden of His mind. The ancient prophecies of hate We proved untrue, for He was kind.
He does not love the bended knees, The soul made wormlike in His sight, Within whose heaven are hierarchies And solar kings and lords of light.
Who come before Him with the pride The Children of the King should bear, They will not be by Him denied, His light will make their darkness fair.
To be afar from Him is death Yet all things find their fount in Him: And nearing to the sunrise breath Shine jewelled like the seraphim.