The Dawning

Where feet of light would wander not

Far past the erring ways I've trod;

Though minuscule my steps have been,

No path from me was wholly barred.

When inspiration's fire grew cold

And muses knocked in summons vain

Desperate at my deafened door,

I lay asleep in dreams of pain.

But now my childhood's fears have fled

And calm approaches slow and still

Light bursts within my heart,

Thy Presence in me renews my will.

A spirit-peace descends on me

As white rain on my blossoming soul

A coruscating crystal-fire

On a sun-burst sea of molten gold.

Achieve in me Thy white desire,

Surrendered may I live my years,

All glorious force within me burn

The heritage of human tears.