June 1999
Late have I found in the storm-tossed mind No refuge from the swell of adverse seas. In silence wait the centred flame to find That from this undertow shall bring release.
Yet in the hallowed space at the body's core She has lit a flame no darkness dare deny And in my heart a long remembered shore And sanctuary that all my faults belie.
Now the titanic task to sail towards light And throw the mental baggage overboard, Hold the grail in the soul's unerring sight Admit the Grace and grasp the lever-word.
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