The Bliss Of Serenity.-Dedicated To Carol Kate Chard-Hargett
The pathless path,
In some corner of the earth,
Glides to a destination somewhere,
Effacing glamouring gear,
Suspense and fear,
Of all haves and haves not.
The Tranquility presides Her hermitage,
And the green lea sets in meditation,
The Soul awakens from the Unconscious depth,
Like the friction-less quake of divine commotion.
Diffused Fog wilds mystic breath,
And the joy of Heaven visits the earth,
The Body dissolves into the Soul,
The Serenity Herself labors a rebirth.
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