On Temple Ground

On Temple Ground

Oh sacred Ground,
thy Earth is pure,
thy song is gold;
as the diamond of the world.

Oh holy site
now marked by stars, all alight,
your presence is graced
by Her divine steps,
Of which she made
of her own accord.

Her resplendent song;
A golden voice
as pure as the swan
that blessed the Eternal Pond.

A majestic Temple
Built on holy rock,
With brick and stone, taken from afar
and carried to this place; delight,

My home will open to all.

I hear the wind
from Her lips.
Her name is pure;
I dare not utter it aloud.

Yet She is known
by all great Muses.
She arrives in Dreams
etched from immortal seed,

Thy shall bask in song and brew.

Merry are those days
That lifted me from my descent,
Her faithful tune,
Carried me from darkest Hell.

Upon her bosom
I rest my crown

She soothes me still
with her divine image.
She sings to me a song;
well played on lute so rare.

Without Her blessing,
I could not prevail.
Without Her guidance,
My step would surely falter.

I thank Her now, with this temple built.
A modern site
with blessed rite
and now Her image

Hangs on my wall; so bright.