T H E V I S I O N O N P A T M O S

I AM the voice of the unseenYou shall never know me,Listen as my words evaporateWhat I say refers to nothing.All the days of life vanishEach one polishing your soul,When the last morning arrivesThen you see through time.There I stand always waitingAs your prayers glimpse me,Or perhaps in love you sawMy perfect form more closely.Pursuing all the waysComplete in our division,We shall become so trueJust you and I together:Glittering, benign, transparentEmpty and fully spacious,Without death or any ruinI am more than you conceived.A gracious sun in hiding,Where love is undivided,We are lacking in distinctionA passionate love compulsiveOne duration just the same.____________________________________________________________________________Kevin McGrath is an associate of the Sanskrit Department and poet in residence at Lowell House, Harvard University.