Before Whom All Creation Bows

I am in hiding in my body's shell,

The long days drifting slowly into night.

Grief the measure of my being's hell

Where all is claimed by death's intrepid might,

Or so it seems when lost is beauty's bride

And joy illusion's mask has turned to grey

Life's meaning that the soul had once descried

And the path that seemed a clarity of day.

But now I live in an unknowing cloud

Of present, past and future unaware,

I walk uncertain ground amid the loud

And jarring acts of evil and despair

And live among the masses who are saved

Accepting Christ as the sole deity

Within their hearts the crucifix engraved,

Saviour of this human entity.

The reasoning mind still batters truth with lies

And cannot hold a vision of the Real

For present gains and false securities

Would tie God down in its fanatic zeal.

The colour-burdened beauty of the hills

To new dimensions of experience

Uplifts my heart at times above these ills

But death's assault remains the great offence.

A day will surely come of soul's release.

When human tears so profitless have dried

Man shall again take up the path of peace,

His heart to hate and violence denied.

I have met Him in the vast frontiers of space

The Compassionate who all the earth endows,

Touched His feet and gazed upon Her face

The Mother before whom all creation bows.