they set out for eternity
And wherever the journey led, they carried their gift of radiance.
Gleams of Beauty unfading so entranced their souls,
they heard at night in their dreams angels
singing of bliss and the music of other worlds.
More enchanted, more earnestly they searched in every place, and
yearned for their homeland
the dream of a beloved of matchless excellence, hero or saint or both.
Without pause, they strove on in high, passionate hope;
some mysteries of life they unraveled
as they journeyed apace, and at last obtained the promised happiness.
Lovers of the Light are pledged to a long journey, its end Unseen:
the very roads are proud upon which they journey:
the rhythm of their surging on is Certainty,
and their rank as slaves of the King.
Whoever disdains that rank, disdains his own good fortune,
Exchanging hope for a regret everlasting:
he shall not attain, not ever,
the further horizon of all that is.
Only passionate lovers of the Ideal,
may behold that far horizon,
eternity itself impressed upon their faces,
their names rehearsed in hymns of praise.
They desire life reborn only to be martyred again,
hearts forever surrendered to the Light,
forever remembered in our hearts.
They raise now light-filled eyes,
in their hands translucent beakers held aloft, at ease,
filled to their brim from rivers of Paradise.