Fount of Gratitude

I am weary of the sorrows of this world

And all the sordid business men call life

Yet cannot turn away for I belong,

Participant and author of my strife.

Humanity embattled seeks its soul

Amid diversions manifold and sweet

The Tempter throws as baubles to a child

Hoping the psychic being to unseat

And leave the throne untended for a while.

Forgetting we might dally and delay

Consumed by acquisition, immersed in greed

The lamp untrimmed no longer light our way.

A deep and ancient memory awakes

Within the walls of waking self and calls,

A muted voice reminding of our quest

Despite our painful stumbles and our falls

Recalling to us a glory that was ours

And realms of beauty waiting to descend

And wrest from life her cup of misery,

Expunge her grief and all her darkness end.

We must seek again the fount of gratitude

Whose healing flow shall cleanse, revivify

Our failing aspiration, stoke the flame,

The promptings of the nether gods deny,

To find inviolate our centre's core

Untouched, unmoved by evil and its day

And waits our acquiescence to unite

The spirit with the flesh and falsehood slay.

For it is promised that there shall appear

On earth a superman to help and guide,

Uplift our race, the world to divinise

That in our cells the godhead might abide.