At the precipice I look upon the sea, The crash and spume and foam a million years Anointing rocks and cliffs; the memory Of youth returns, the ship of God appears
And on the ocean's lap cradled I wait My destiny, beginning of new time. The soul within knows the body's fate And wakes us from our lethargy to climb
The mystic mountain, seek the cave within And tend the hearth where burns the spirit's flame. Undeterred by sorrow, unmoved by sin It compels us to exceed ourselves, reclaim
The vision and the beauty once our own And wideness that embraces life and death, The slow unmasking of that we would enthrone, Into his likeness grow with every breath.
Now once again I stand upon the shore, The years like ocean-spray wash over me, I have stood here often centuries before At the horizon's edge my eyes to see
The truth-light that anoints, the Ray that saves, A mysterious stranger whom I know as friend Walking silently across the waves; In him achieve my peace at journey's end.
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