Conferees of Grace

The ruby night sparkles with silver and gold,

The car is warm, protected from the cold

And the roadways of our dreaming lead us home

To a haven of safety beneath a star-pierced dome.

The tires hum a hypnotic lullaby

As the mountains of our childhood pass us by

And we are safe in a moulded tin cocoon.

But when the night shall yield again to noon

Might we recall a wistful melody

Or richly wrought plaintive harmony

That moved the soul to wake from its long sleep

The bridges of our ignorance to leap

As visions passed before the inner eye

Of former lives and future destiny.

In childhood's open moments of release

When soul rose up and silent bands of peace

In the playpen of our innocence came down

And the great unanswered "why" was vaguely known

We glimpsed the past, some hint of who we were.

In the labyrinthine mind began to stir

The seeds of consciousness so deeply sown

In plant and animal, not man alone,

Accepting death as life's deep sealing scars

In former births attending future stars

To grow towards a supramental race,

Participants and conferees of grace.