Entombed in stone
the Beloved
All creation,
worn and breathless
rests
A Sabbath
The rage and cruelty
Of sin heaped high
now finished
It is quiet
And all Heaven
breathless
Waits . . .
All creation,
worn and breathless
rests
A Sabbath
The rage and cruelty
Of sin heaped high
now finished
It is quiet
And all Heaven
breathless
Waits . . .