The soul’s natural inclination to love beauty is the trap God most frequently uses in order to win it and open it to the Breath from on high.
~ Simone Weil
You who move the world
Now move likewise me -
Lifting me up high
From earthly depths to you
I dance a song of silence
To music of the spheres -
And as I set my foot
At heaven's very brink
I feel Your smile
Touch me with joy.