The Twenty-Fifth HourPublished by Susan on 08/10/2003 (3217 reads)
My daily hours are twenty-five,
(The last is fictive, I confess)
And yet in that I'm most alive,
And touch my peak of happiness:
One exoteric moment I'm
Outside of Time.
It mostly comes in dead of night,
To wean me from the world away;
Or in the looming of the light,
In loneliness at birth of day:
That Time extension comes to me,
I know as Ecstasy.
Contentment crowns my common days,
And Happiness in free I hold,
While on the shining peak of praise
The light of joy is often gold:
But Ecstasy is known to few, -
Oh, say, it come to you.
Not sourly dialed by the clock,
Your hours be twenty-five;
One mystic moment. Time to mock,
Transcendently to be alive:
Though dim the word, oh, may you be
Sublimed to Ecstasy.
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