As a ship ploughs slowly through a starless night So must the soul voyaging through time Confront the darkness in this outer hull, Its driven engine pushing through the seas Of being and becoming, unaware At birth yet seeking though the storm of years Through waves of doubt upon a tossing main To reach a shore beyond the ocean swell Of failure and accomplishment and death, To harbour in the realms of the Divine. The unconscious is a fathomless abyss Unable to be plumbed by mortal mind That rudderless cannot reach the lands Of sunlit calm that open to the seer. Our nature must align with greater stars, We must penetrate the fog and mists of life Push on through unknown seas to hidden shores To find at last the captain of our souls The Master Helmsman ever at the wheel Who guides the spirit on its destined course.
Poems Undated (1727)
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