In the Swirl of the Veil

As the fever's delirium holds the world in its grip,
hold me just so, O Lord!

Your thoughts wrap me in their shawl, sheltering me,
and my mind dwells in some strange trance!

As if I've abandoned all else,
far from all clutter…
to surrender myself to you
I sit in meditation before you.
As if I sit before my very self, O Lord!