Is there a soul-estrangement worse than this, To be adrift in a once- familiar scene, To have lost to death the sweet beloved's kiss, To have seen life's moments flicker as on a screen And missed the spirit-dimension wandering blind Among the thousand faces loved and known, The bright ideas that once had lit the mind Encased in silence now and still as stone;
Caught in a vast penumbra of the sun Who once emerged from caverns of the night To gaze upon the million-bodied One, The plenary manifestation of the light. And of the inner life what can be said, There is no key or none can yet be found But faith in time of darkness that has led The spirit's search for consecrated ground.
Poems Undated (1727)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.