Being Robed in Light

There must be light, light, and more light,

Light to swallow, light in which to bathe,

Light that eats the cancer and the blight

Of mind blindly groping for a faith

Lost to increasing decibels of life

That can no longer hear, no longer see

Nor hold its centre in the human strife

That marks the brother as the enemy.

There must be peace, peace, peace to ease

The pain of inhumanity that sears

And blinds the mystic eye that oversees

God's birth recur through the uncounted years

And life evolve from cell and germ through stone,

And in the plant blossom in delight,

Through animal to man and one who is known

By sages as the "Being robed in light".