19 September 2010
Perhaps before the final chapter's end I may attain a modicum of peace, A settled will, a deepening love to rend The past that pain-filled memories might cease.
The path before me endless seems and I Through centuries experience the hard And obdurate recalcitrance still try And limp through days blindly seeking God.
Yet One abides with me or I would fall, Alone my strength would fail for the Unknown Looms vast, I hear the siren voices call How little through these many lives I've grown.
I live in greyness, round me all is grey And yet the candle of the spirit burns Through dream-tossed nights where all I can is pray And know my soul towards the Truth-light turns.
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