Divine progression of the human soul (old skool style)

Thine hands grasp all things divine
Filling empty faculties in the mind
No more do finite physics prevail,
Thine stagnant soul, now ship asail.

Auroral pleasures intertwine
Folds of the earth, patterns find
Eternity birthed, ignorance behind!

Men hath denied Higher Law
Dost thine Being wane upon Spirits call?
In all progressions of delight
Fullsome art thee with inward sight.

- I really enjoy  that early 19th century prose, I think it's beautiful and should be used in poetry more often, which is why I chose to write in this style. It portrays answering your calling, unity within, and of course your souls progression, meaning, inner growth and revelation. I found my calling and inner unity through nature ("folds of the earth") and the patterns that exist within nature and ourselves. I have concluded that the end of this world is the beginning of the next, ("eternity birthed, ignorance behind") and that one is able to see so much more when they connect with the "Higher Law" or... God. Alas, there is so very much to this poem I have left unexplained, as I would like the readers to decipher for themselves the meanings pertinent to them as individuals.