Our Lives Are Joined
Our Lives Are Joined
The pain and sorrow of all living things
Thou couldst contain, thy love transmute to bliss
And all our anguished human sufferings
To rapture lift and touch with Godhead’s kiss.
What prayer may issue from my lips unheard
By Thee before the thought was born within,
How shall I phrase the halting rhyme or word
Or lines that have not Thee for origin?
O Light that I have lived to see and love
Pure within its burning altar-home
To Thee my spirit cries, my longings move
And to Thy call my soul replies, “I come.”
The centuries shall mark thy golden tread
Upon this green resilient mote in space,
Our lives are joined by an invisible thread
And the ever-present beauty of thy face.
