O El
Lord of dreams
Show my soul your garden
Of cosmic vines heavy with starry fruit
And trees five hundred years wide
Ever presently fragrant blossoms unfolding into infinity
Angels hovering upon them
Photonic feathers rustling in the breeze
Filled with the voices of your saints
Grant my soul dwelling for this night
Amidst the ethereal throngs gathered
Beneath your seven canopies
A seat from which it may hear
The murmuring sea of secret light
Waves dancing between the souls
Of the heavenly house
Let my body slumber
While my heart is awake
And when the dawn comes
Let me remember the mystery
You have shown me
