Solveig’s Song

When Beauty shines Her face upon the land,
A masterpiece is tailored by Her hand;
And as She shines Her graces through the field,
The secrets of Creation are revealed.

She disappears, then reappears anew,
Presenting newer wonders to pursue;
In time, when older scenes begin to fade,
She dawns again, and things are newly-made.

She guides the wounded poet to Her course,
To heal the hidden scars of his remorse;
And in this way She leads the passerby,
Upward to Her kingdom in the sky.





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