Estranged from memory's cell we seek the One Who ever in our fractured hearts we bear. Ever we stray and ever return anew To the ageless quest, hunting the heaven-bird Who sits secure, unknown, serene within. Escaping from reality awhile Vagrant we stray down tired roads of sin And alleys strewn with deeds of infamy. Turning in the deep-etched grooves we've cut As records of our haunted history, Our bodies' lusts, our mind's infirmities, We search for dawns beyond our faint purview. For now is felt the rustle of great wings Beating on this shell of fragile make Breaking with its beak encrusted walls That ego built confining consciousness. Unsullied in its pure abode within, Unmoved by shocks of birth, untouched, aloof From passion's surge and storms of darker seas, Death cannot stain its plumed magnificence And Hell's dominions fade before its sight. Pressing now the earthly envelope Against the rigid shape our minds perceive Its seeks in matter's force to find new forms. In that mystic place where mortal vision ends An inner witness peers through unsealed doors Where good and evil walk conjoined towards God On earth renewed, reborn to native light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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