The One Constant

How shall we speak of gratitude

Who lean to the call of the day's desire

Impassioned, blind, in aspect crude

We cannot fan the spark to fire.

A greater Love has moved our soul

But small our means and mean our will

To follow the path of an unseen goal

Where life must pause and mind must still

And body bear descending force

Atomic in lethargic cell,

Annihilating mind's recourse

To reason where it lives to dwell.

Yet is every moment tinged with light

And Grace comes streaming softly down,

Through the tangled skeins of earthly plight

The veiled Creator extends the crown.

For now no longer can we hide

Or set our sails towards safer shores

Or hurling through the skies to ride

Away from God's great golden doors

That beckon to our errant feet

And call our hearts with angel-song.

We must shed the ego Self to meet

Undo the false, redress the wrong

Of insularity and greed,

Tend the temple night and day

In the inner garden plant the seed

Of consecration, seek the Way.

Yet all proceeds on an ancient plan

By Him who is our blood and breath,

Transforming earth, transcending man

Annulling by His life our death.