Ship of God

I saw at the edge of some omniscient eye

A ship of God to bear the spirit home

It sailed on waves of white infinity

Towards the blue of heaven's vaulted dome.

Beyond the reach of thought or our dim view

It soared, the souls of men its billowed sails,

And every soul the silent helmsman knew,

The Guide who stands the watch as body fails

And cuts the webbing of the net of Death

To free the spirit from the bonds of pain,

Holds in His hands the frail and final breath

That we may rest before the task again

Resumes and we are borne as clouds to earth

On the ship of life to sail on time-born seas

Begin again another round of birth,

The Spirit's quest to find eternal peace,

Through human forms prepare the God to be,

The Immortal house in our mortality.