Lounging

May consecration come from far,

Soft shining like the evening star.

My toilsome path make plain to me,

Until I come to rest in thee.

                                                           Universalis Hymn

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The apparitions of the clouds

are processing across

the glass-blue

brick of sky.

All day

their shifting

vagaries glide

a parade

whenever I look up

and my soul

lounges

back

into the pale

peace

of the clover-

petaled crowns;

the quiet

light-

filled temples

of God;

of eternity.