Then shall we stand iron-willed for Life Against the tides of time that on us rush While death raps daily at the body's door, Or to our human weaknesses succumb And many lives' travail sum up to nought, Or call a higher power in the cells, A flame to light the darkened cave of mind And calm's descent into the frantic pace Of impulses, antagonists of peace That move our arms to slay, our hearts to hate And boil the blood with insatiable desire Or drown us in a torpor of malaise?
I have seen a power incarnate on earth, Divinity put on the human form Unblinded saw the living deity Who wakes the consciousness to rightful birth, The birth of truth, a dwelling place of light Resident within the human breast And the unexplored dimensions of the soul. It is She and not ourselves who labours here To fashion from the clay more perfect man, Transport our lives beyond the temporal, Who wraps the earth in fathomless arms of bliss, Our seas, our skies, in spiritual fire.
First published in Mother India - March 2005
Poems Undated (1727)
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