Lenham, England – May 26, 2002

Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief

Two forces clash in us

And more perhaps, I do not know,

Joust within the confines of the flesh

Inviting us to savour worlds below

And all unholy things.

One tempts the spirit towards decay,

One lifts the soul to soar on freedom-wings

Above the narrow window of our day.

Still are we dragged and torn,

Tossed upon emotion's seas

By waves of sorrow or by years forlorn,

Or undertow of death that hopes to cease

Life in its dreaming sleep.

But I shall not succumb to grief,

The Flame that once was lit in me I keep
And stronger grows by trial the soul's belief

That love outlasts the fallen form and grows

Within our breasts all beings to unite,

As petals of the great and mystic rose

Scatter on our darkness God's delight.