In the Holy of Holies
Alone and in the dark
I cried out for help
And heard the echo of my voice
From some distant wall
Grown stronger by its shape
And deeper by its strength
The wave of sound boomed in my ears
And compelled me to hear.
It lifted me up into the air
And drew on my soul and will
Until I could not resist
That human cry for succour
That wail of lonely beasts on a full-mooned winter’s night
Which drew me to its vibrating source as to blazing light.
“Please help me I am alone!”
I searched about and found your face to kiss me in the gray of seeming dawn.
I arose and with the total weight of all the world, looking at your sweet visage,
I lifted up my foot.
In the swiftly growing glow I spoke again
just to you.
Moved by the way you draw my soul,
I reached out my arm.
In the empty hall, I take a step.
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