For We Alone. . .

Only God's fingers can unknot

The cord of ego binding us,

Rewrite the script, undo the plot

And raise the soul like Lazarus,

Remove the crown of ignorance

That heavy weighs upon our head,

Redress the role of fate and chance

That dogs the living and the dead.

For we alone are impotent

To quell the forces plaguing us,

Mind unwilling to relent,

The vital still obstreperous,

And body's fixed rigidity

Reject the light that would descend,

Inhibit the inborn Deity,

And all our human error end.