I am in hiding in my body's shell, The long days drifting slowly into night. Grief the measure of my being's hell Where all is claimed by death's intrepid might,
Or so it seems when lost is beauty's bride And joy illusion's mask has turned to grey Life's meaning that the soul had once descried And the path that seemed a clarity of day.
But now I live in an unknowing cloud Of present, past and future unaware, I walk uncertain ground amid the loud And jarring acts of evil and despair
And live among the masses who are saved Accepting Christ as the sole deity Within their hearts the crucifix engraved, Saviour of this human entity.
The reasoning mind still batters truth with lies And cannot hold a vision of the Real For present gains and false securities Would tie God down in its fanatic zeal.
The colour-burdened beauty of the hills To new dimensions of experience Uplifts my heart at times above these ills But death's assault remains the great offence.
A day will surely come of soul's release. When human tears so profitless have dried Man shall again take up the path of peace, His heart to hate and violence denied.
I have met Him in the vast frontiers of space The Compassionate who all the earth endows, Touched His feet and gazed upon Her face The Mother before whom all creation bows.
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