The Catenary Line

Progressing up the catenary line

Descending on the arc that rises higher

Forced to abdicate the mental shrine

As on a razor's edge or trapeze wire,

We tread the path of truth the spirit chose

Millennia before mankind's advent

As slowly earth towards Godhead's image grows

And matter's substance yields to truth's descent.

As one we must pierce the shrouded mystery

That drives the stars and moves the breast of man

While the litanies of our million voiced appeal

Call the Unmanifest to appear again,

Annex to earth the calm of heaven's peace

And all our mortal poverty surcease.