The Rose of God's Infinity

We seek in the fragrance of the eternal rose

To recall those times of grandeur won and lost

And cull from the landscape of our buried past

Moments of magic we would once again disclose

To the stifled heart, the stilted mind, the peak

Of divine experience descended on our days

When life was new and joy came bursting forth

From the body's wall and soul began to seek.

It was a time when the rose of passion bloomed

Its red-hot petals searing heart and flesh

And every sky rained down in sunlit streams

Such flowers of youth, and oh, the world assumed

One's own to grasp and fill each deep desire,

Free to plough the waves of destiny

And cross enchanted isles, invincibly

Holding aloft the torch of eternal fire.

No force on earth or pressing gravity

Could slow the aspiration to achieve

A goal transcending thought, beyond success

Of worldly gains and false celebrity.

Then slowly to the inner heart the call

So softly at the edge of consciousness,

An opening to worlds above, within,

That hedonistic life could not forestall.

And now the rose of consecration grew

And bloomed in the hidden recess as a flame

The first great light upon inconscient night

Stirring the Self to commence the Task anew.

In silence now eternal memories wake

And sacrifice as offering instils

Within the shrine its Lord, the Secret One,

And we our separate history forsake

In communion with the ever-growing Light

That beckons as a beam upon the sea

Calling us to tear the shroud of night

And touch the rose of God's infinity.