Treasures beyond all beauty

Today, I received a delightful poem from the Poetry Chaikhana, written by a 6th Century Syrian Monk, Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite:

Lead us up beyond unknowing and light,
up to the farthest, highest peak,
of mystic scripture,
where the mysteries of God's word,
lie simple, absolute and unchangeable,
in brilliant darkness of a hidden silence.

Amid the deepest shadow,
they pour overwhelming light,
on what is most manifest.

Amid the wholly unsensed and unseen
they completely fill our sightless minds,
with treasure beyond all beauty.

What can I say about the beauty and calming influence of these words? It seems like a heartfelt prayer sent above. The result is indeed a treasure beyond all beauty.