Unearth Divinity

Hast thou left a token of thy presence here

Perhaps the perfume of an evening flower

Or in these rooms once beautiful now drear

A last imprint of love in that dark hour

Of pain when one could hear the walls cry out

In agony as the dreaded Shade drew near.

As an automaton I move about

Alone in the weeping gardens of yesteryear.

The baleful moan of the mourning dove

Plays counterpoint to the warbler's trill

Summer's heat upon us and the rough

Cacophony of crows; high and shrill

The red hawks circle screeching out their cry

And the fledglings by their mothers led.

As thunder-heads, majestic, fill the sky,

A downpour earth and heaven seems to wed.

I live apprentice of the night and day,

Alone in music, more alone in thought,

Laughter silenced, work and know not play,

Cognizant of brutal battles fought,

Defeats and minor victories of will

On the dim and hazy margins of the world.

Of emptiness I have had my fill

And forgetting of the soul that called.

No major leap above ourselves we can,

Sloughing off the heart's despondencies

The cherished obscurations we as man

Hold dear and close, the mental fantasies,

The body's rigidness and lethargy

And goals once prized that have no meaning now.

To move the mind from false sagacity,

To requisition calm and bear the blow,

God who dwells unknown within the heart

To lift the opaque veil of ignorance

Fashioned cleverly by ego's art.

To kneel before Him, faith and innocence

Regained and trust reborn by gratitude

Foundation stone of a new life to be,

Peace replace this violent interlude,

In the body's cave unearth divinity.