In moments of stress when the nerves are frayed On this merry-go-round of human desires and needs When the soul of man seems in falsehood arrayed And bears within the sprouting of evil's seeds.
One insane act could be the end of all, Perhaps the ultimate catastrophe When the hardened heart no longer can hear the call And the blinded eye can no longer see
And the demon walks before us as we go Strong and joyous at our heart's unease And inability within to grow, In the battles with the ego find surcease
And walk into the Light from which we came Upon our lips repeating the sacred Name.
Poems Undated (1727)
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