1/23/01
The voices of sorrow sing their haunting songs Enticing the emotional soul to weep, To grieve for all injustices, the wrongs Our life has seen and from some horror's deep
Recall those visions of terror, the history Of evil acts and goodness met by Death The hunter, stalking with impunity The aging frame, catching our final breath.
Profligates we have squandered the gifts of the sun, A penury of being our pallid change. For lost is the view of the ancient One And gone is his smile from the human range.
O lift from us the mask of ego-sense That bars our sight from godhead's trinity, Our lower nature's need of recompense For selfish acts we couch in piety.
Heal the deep paralysis of mind Let fall from us the burdening weight of "I" In a pure and deep surrender let us find Our centre's stand, the indwelling deity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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