The dank, dark mystery of a hidden rite
Drifts deceptive midst us, deigning to
Visit realm of cherubim birds, fro they go
Creep by stealth on winds of day and night
Like rainbows that shine in spite of faith
They art a testament to beauty bright
Lift soul with wandering entreaty whose brilliance fright
Suns blaze in spite of eyes embrace
Like melodies remembered sweet
Like hearts in which loves light replete
Like pilgrims tread on faithful feet
We the crowd who revolution mete