There is a golden bridge that I must cross But this once wingéd soul is burdened now By endless repetitions of the past, An earthbound flame unable more to grow.
When all is not united at the core We then become a fragmentary being Pulled by tides and undertows of time Incapable of wider thought or seeing.
And though the sages clearly mark the path, Beset by forces formidable who prey Upon inherent weaknesses of self We tread with heavy feet the destined way.
To find the magic key, unlock the door, Allow the darkened corners to be lit And know the ever-present grace descends As well on the unworthy and unfit.
Poems Undated (1727)
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