To God Within

Remembering the fervid dreams of youth

And brief-lived hopes that bloomed only to fade,

The search for meaning and a ray of truth,

To see our past as on a film displayed.

Growth is a spiral not an endless round

Monotonous, repeating all we've done

Nor peace and calm a state so quickly found,

Enlightenment a treasure to be won

Through offering of self and all that we

Conceal in darkness of our human state,

Our freedom's call the great apostrophe

To God within our lives must consecrate.