I hear you, Child, your bald cry,
To beg me not to walk on by,
But breathe upon your dewy skin,
And touch the sacred space within,
Don't ache, Child, be at Peace,
In you the Love of life apace.

I feel you Child, warm and sure,
Irresistable to adore,
You gave me purpose and gave me light,
Wherein the Kingdom of my eternal delight,
In Love, doth rage the fury blaze,
Our Heart's accustomed to the rays.