A knowledge vast and ecumenical, In truth we rarely glimpse divinity Although pretenders to a consciousness That believes it sees through brilliant reasoning Yet lives in darkness, visited by light. In rare and fleeting moments of the soul We drive through time at ever-increasing speed We see not our end and vague is our beginning, We pass the signposts of the inner way. Ploughing our way through cautionary lights Disregarding posted warning signs, Following ill-lit roads to an unknown goal, Lost in ourselves we miss the guiding route Paying our tolls at unknown booths of time On an unknown road on countless wasted miles, To a destination blindly do we drive Finally on a ramp with brilliant light To the summit that is a destiny divine.
Poems Undated (1727)
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