As Holy as Transparent White

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“Oh, the beautiful hills where the saints shall rest”

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An angel casts his eye across the fields

Of Palestine and sees the flowing flowers

That flow because of breeze.  Each bowing yields

To kiss of breeze, the breeze’s kissing powers.

The lilies like the ancient kingly clothes

Of Solomon the Lord himself spoke of

Do silent whispering as they make white oaths

The angel almost hears.  Blooms speak of love

Which even angels cannot comprehend

Though flying through the highest heaven’s blue.

The varicolored whispers flow and blend

And speak of love itself forever true.

  The swooping angel understands, but not,

    Since love like this is colored like God’s thought.