Here I sit with my Beloved,
watching His creation bless the world;
the truth and love that the reasons know not,
yet the heart knows all that the reasons cannot reason.
Dwells in the Sanctuary,
where the Blessed is blessed;
giving what is being received,
receiving what is being given.
Such sweet bliss this path towards,
the presence present, just its flow in order –
this creation tainted free of what it is not,
marvelled once more in the Miracle of Miracles.