At the zenith of all creation, outside the boundless divine
Where in full splendour of God’s All-Holy love a lofty
Temple rise in roseate light of highest sublimity,
Within this solemn sanctum, at its innermost core, a wondrous translucent chalice radiates in holiness; bubbling and effervescent like glowing red-blood wine. It is not granted us to behold this magical spectacle. For our spirits lack obviously the vigour and lightness to enable us reach this holy of holies.