Come, ev’ry gentle specter from the dim,
Shrug now the shroud of misty interim!
Release impassioned pretense of domain,
Open your fists, let fall the dust mundane;
Follow a starry path into the light.
Shield not your shadowed vision from this bright
Where elements of pneuma manifest
For heated discourse on seraphic quest.
Hark ye the threnody of mortal fief,
Release the mourners from bondage to grief-
Exhale mortal demands, inhale the All-
Radiant grace will lift their sorrows’ pall.
Memories will transform, like sacrament,
To sweet, transcendent wine, soul supplement.