Floating light-clad pillars gleam
and deck the stately splendor of the hall.
Beams of whiteness, shafts of snow.
Highways of life.
Crystal voices echoing in force,
more elegant than stems of frozen glass,
but big; like waves and crashing foam and surf
re-echo through and ’round and in the halls.
Allelujahs! Tongues and sounds
a thousand flaming flying figures round.
A thousand, thousand joys and endless praise.
A throne of gold. A sea of shining glass.
And from the center of that hall:
the Light of Life.
All lies before your power, Lord, created and arranged.
It all will perish at Your word, but You remain unchanged.