Promise of Supernal Days

No peace can satisfy but peace within,

Our highest hopes give savour to our words;

But prayer is lost and vanished discipline,

Life's tributes paid to small inferior lords.

Our poetry and sacred texts now lie

Forgotten and ignored in gathering dust

While in our living-rooms a programmed eye

Replaces God who once enjoyed our trust,

Or the mighty internet holds us bound

To scenes of concupiscence and of hate,

We are buried in an avalanche of sound,

There is no longer time to contemplate.

When looked upon with outward searching gaze

This world is seen as a parable of pain

With man content to tread his errant ways,

His violence unable to restrain.

There is a failure of the mind to see

The truth descending with each new hope-filled dawn,

The heart retains its incapacity

The body still the vital being's pawn.

But the living truth within our reach remains,

We shall surmount the smallness of our ways,

Above us gleam the infinite domains

On earth the promise of supernal days.