Azorean Night - Poem by Lourdes Santos
In absolute stillness of primordial space,
Divine Power erupted in brilliant grace.
Mere mortals ponder the mystery,
Puzzling over life’s pageantry,
Sheltered under leafy canopy
of angelic purity.
From celestial height, angels sing
praises of the Holy King.
Hear their song and share your voice,
and in their protection we rejoice.
Listen to the whistling wind,
See exquisite mood in falling rain,
Hear the musical refrain
Of sparkling water’s joy and pain.
Climb the nurturing Tree of Life.
To magic heights of spirituality.
Encounter the Eternal’s majesty.
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