The Weaver

If only Thy pale reflection men can see

How then shall break the visionary sight

That views the radiant sun in all its force

A glory-reflecting beam as pale moonlight?

Our vision must encompass greater worlds,

From greater heights an eye must scan delight

And all within us to a love transport

And end the drama of our human plight.

We wake and sleep to a music's tired rounds

Cut deep in the grooves of habit's unchanging modes,

Content to live and act in minor roles

And only perhaps in dreams to front those roads

Unpaved, unmarked that climb to the unknown.

Yet ever in us a secret something grows

Silent behind our loud and busy days,

A witness Soul that waits our call and knows

The significance of our unconscious acts,

The Weaver who through every death and birth

Fashions from his store of endless threads

The miracle and destiny of earth.