Indelible His Stamp

The empty streets I've walked

Filled with tomorrow's dreams,

Of endless visions talked

Until the morning's gleams

Washed over brick and stone

And called me to my bed

Restless and alone,

By creative forces led

Or delusions of the mind;

Possibilities

And plans of very kind,

Potentialities.

Then slowly I awoke

To wonder couched within,

First shedding of the cloak

Of ego to begin.

Called by an unheard Voice,

Moved by unmoving Force

My spirit could rejoice

Upon its upward course.

But now the gift of years,

The helpmate of my soul

Is gone and half-spent tears

Obscure the long-sought goal.

This too shall pass and I

Enriched by covert grace

Shall gain my destiny

Escape the hoops of space

Interminably long,

Shall with those souls unite

The humble and the strong,

And recognize the light

That lit this tendered lamp

And more than succour gives.

Indelible Hisstamp

Upon our struggling lives.