Of eyes that scarce can see

Of eyes that scarce can see
And ears that faint to hear
For minds that near have imagined
The glory that has fashioned the story

From beginning to end
For where beauty is bound
Therein a glimmer of truth
May be found

For hearts that lie open
To the possibility
That something more
Lies beyond

Through that open door
Where dreams no more
For at last awakened
They have come to life

Or perchance
At last blind eyes
Begin to see
The glory beyond
The mystery

For ears that fainted
To hear at last
The tingle hath
Found its tune

And bellows out
In full sound
The ground shall
Rumble
With the reverb of
Its wonder

To plunge deep
Within the realms
Of the soul
For at last

Hath it found
Its place
The wonder
And grace

When at last
To look full
And deep
Within the face

Of the great
Creator
Of this
Place

-Joshua Lee Foist