By Ritam
A great eternal Sun smiling above
In all the effulgent glory of its light,
Strange passion-flowers of immortal Love
Divinely blooming in their green delight,
Fiery rapture-rivers of endless Bliss
That grandly flow into the Ocean-Calm
Mid high-peaked citadels of immutable Peace
Aspiring to dream-vasts of the sapphire dumb:
These are the luminous treasures of the soul
Grasped in her soar beyond time’s dolorous reign,
The living beauties of the worlds sublime.
In those beatitudes lies our timeless goal,
Our native home is there, our true domain,
Where God’s delight smiles at his dream of Time .
08.09.2001
From the cycle "Rays of Grace" http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/ritam1&book=10#10
My poems in Russian and my translations see on my page http://www.stihi.ru/avtor/ritam1
The Worlds Sublime
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