by Charles Hiestand



My purpose is love

My soul, of me

My passion

is Her



And for mind 

For mind and body

Her bright aspect

and my emptiness

are reason enough

are reason enough



And all alone

And in my loneliness

I cling to hope

She might see in me

Her destiny

Her destiny



Then set the stage

with the common things of our lives

where She plays and sings in divine light

and bewitched, I watch in rapture



How has my God 

my God assembled me?

that my soul should show Her image

My love apparent in Her visage

How deep the abyss

How bright the light



(Fugue)

How deep the abyss

How bright the light

The divine light



Then set the stage for mind and heart

with the numinous objects of our lives

where She dances and sings in divine light

and bewitched, I play with joy and sorrow



My purpose is love

My soul, of me, is Her

My lover