This Earthly Clay

I hear the voices of a muted choir

Singing on the borders of a world

Unmanifest yet realized on earth

And as it gains in density appears

At the farthest edge of human consciousness.

I lend my voice to theepiphany,

My spirit leans towards its growing light,

Golden in a supramental sky,

Invincible and gaining still in strength.

Yet in me there are parts that shun the day

The dark alcoves and recesses of sin

Abiding in a dank and fetid air

Continuing since time unmemoried,

Entrenched in sordid thought, averse to change

Possessive of their fief of ignorance,

Aware of the inevitable day

Of God's appearance on this earthly base,

His moment of inevitable change.

And though these parts intractable remain

A million openings receive the Force

Accepting dissolution of the old,

And penetration of these human cells.

The fire that consumes does not destroy,

Its flame a transmutation of the Grace,

A holocaust of the Divine delight,

Intolerant of all that would deny,

Compassionate transforming by degree

This earthly clay to imaged deity.