Fulfilment

The overflowing bounty of thy grace comes down from the heaven to seek my
  soul only, wherein it can contain itself.
The light that is rained from the sun and stars is fulfilled when it reaches my
  life.
The colour is like sleep that clings, to the flower which waits for the touch of
  my mind to be awakened.
The low that tunes the strings of existence breaks out in music when my heart
  is won.