All self-loathing feeds upon itself And larger grows encompassing the soul, Anger blinds the eyes, invades the heart Impatience cripples our walk towards the goal.
As a scientist tests and tests again His theories and discards without concern The failures that were certain of success So we must look into our depths to learn
The reasons we embrace out darker side Forgetting why we came and ply our round Of commonness or worse, at evil's call. The spirit waits, certain of its ground
Certain there will come the light of truth And set the being on its course again To follow in the footsteps of the One Who lifts from us obscurity and pain.
I will go now deep within my soul And find the room where burns the heatless flame, Journey across the avenues of birth To find the one I know but cannot name.
Poems Undated (1727)
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