When God Comes Down

And we shall land this sturdy craft of soul

Upon the silver shores of awakening,

All facets of our former lives revealed

And finally alone with self and God

Remake this careworn coat of bone and breath

And flesh that cannot last the centuries'

Decay and clothe in light the fibres of form

When night is but a metaphor of day

And death a distant memory in time.

There is at work in every soul a force

That spins the atom, binds the molecule,

Unseen, unfelt it presses on our clay

The imprint of the future's plenitude,

The miracles that are and are to be

Upon this whirling speck among the stars.

Man's hope fulfilled to meet his destiny

When God comes down transforming by His grace

Our ignorance, our blindness and our pain.