New Man Emerging

Flesh upon ingenious rack of bone

Am I, neighbour to the galaxies,

And in my fragile house of form, alone

Wed to earth and God's infinities.

I am the flower at the precipice' edge,

The turning of the earth by worm and vole,

A thousand daily births by Nature's pledge

To carry forth the progress of the Soul.

Blindly I grew and largely unaware

Of former selves, shadows of my sun,

Yet foundered not for the Angel of God was there

To guide and to protect a work begun

In previous lives and wrought through pain and death

That waking now I might participate,

As conscious man inhale a conscious breath

And on the future body meditate.

Now the consecrated life begins;

Emerging from the chrysalis of night,

Throwing off my virtues and my sins

I spread abroad my gossamer wings of light.