There must be light, light, and more light, Light to swallow, light in which to bathe, Light that eats the cancer and the blight Of mind blindly groping for a faith
Lost to increasing decibels of life That can no longer hear, no longer see Nor hold its centre in the human strife That marks the brother as the enemy.
There must be peace, peace, peace to ease The pain of inhumanity that sears And blinds the mystic eye that oversees God's birth recur through the uncounted years
And life evolve from cell and germ through stone, And in the plant blossom in delight, Through animal to man and one who is known By sages as the "Being robed in light".
Poems Undated (1727)
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