Flame of God

On far horizons and approaches near

I hear a million-voiced choir, the music of man,

I see him in his labour toil in pain

For sustenance since consciousness began

To aggrandise for a moment round his star

The plenitudes entrusted to his care.

I too have lived within the ego's shell

Only now a little broken here and there

By the influx of a great transforming might,

The radiant gaze of a magnetizing look

That holds me willing captive to a course

The soul has chosen, reaching for the hook

Of truth on which the future's fate depends

As falsehood holds the world in its dying grasp

And evil yet stays the reign of light and love

To wrench the hands of prayer from Godhead's clasp,

The longed-for compensation to the soul,

Redemption from its dark imprisoned state,

To realize its long-intended goal

Toward the parent sun to gravitate.

All former lives prepare our future dawns,

Our small advances build to greater leaps

And darkest night shall yield to brighter morns

For the flame of God is burning in our deeps.