In stillness, searching silent calm,
The emblems of my God appear.
The heralds of a star-pierced psalm,
Breath of His presence in the air.
Bright banners of desires that flew,
Struck silent, see them still as death;
A God who casts my world anew,
For him, my tattered cloaks I left.
Uprisen within me, o’er me bends,
Now banished mists of scattered thought.
Wide pinions arch as he descends,
A whisper of a thousand winds,
Now priceless, all my battles fought.