O Poet

O Poet your song invades the shuttered mind

And all its darkest recesses are drawn

Apart like suns illumining the blind.

O Charioteer who drives us towards the dawn,

O Seer whose words enlighten all our hearts

Voice in us the mantra to renew

Our spirit's quest before the flesh departs.

The earth cries out and God is overdue

In human habitats that house the soul.

O sage impart to us the mother-tongue

To read the words upon the sacred scroll

And all the chants that lie within unsung

Give voice to lift our spirits to the skies

Of God wherein man's only freedom lies.