When on my rock, in this dear solitude
my island, I gaze at the sky and earth
in a brilliant red dawn, my heart's sadness
melts away. Brightness scatters confusion.
As the hours pass, a burden lifts from
my mind, my heart expands. Amid heaven's
radiance I recall my beloved.
I feel restored and remember how he
sweetly sheltered me. I see Elijah,
not in the flaming chariot--but as
an inward golden light transforming the mind,
replacing this low sick wretchedness. A
flaming ray, and I feel that which tells me
something of the bliss of eternity.
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