At the End of All Dawns
The pearl that sits within golden sun
With rays that cast countless mercies forth
All the lingering loveliness will never be undone
With the presence, a soul is plunged into mirth
Boast, my heart, the tender Host
And tell my limbs to leap emboldened
For every time the mouth a throne becomes
My lips, all at once, are golden
The taste is sweetness beyond description
A sweetness that makes honey unto ash
It places on my heart loves inscription
The beauty could a rose abash