A Goddess in the Coloured Robes of Dawn

I am a poor accountant of the soul,

A voyager meandering on roads

So well traversed I know each dip and knoll.

They say the spirit leads but never goads.

I have wandered through the landscapes of my youth,

Arrogant, full-blown with self, yet frail,

Seeking ever for a way to soothe

The restless mind in a body bound to fail.

I found the golden passageway to light

Beyond the cusp of dream, a paradise

That waits the breaking through the web of night;

A luminescent face, the stars her eyes

Leaning over earth Her chosen field,

A goddess in the coloured robes of dawn

Who sweetly asks this wayward life to yield

To love and truth; god in our hearts reborn.