What a joy it was to me,
Middle of the night in the silence of prayer
Suddenly the mystery of the sky opened,
Touch complimenting
Holy, perfect and incorruptible
Heavenly our Mistress
And the Mother of God revealed
Suddenly in the dark world of lies.
I - a heavy clump of dirt -
Sins, failures and sorrows,
Tends to this higher connection
Blessed Thy
Great effort by the grace
Save me, His servant.
And the sanctity of touch
Calling to him my life.