Each Riven Soul

It is a weird benumbing time

And only part of me is here,

I know not if I sink or climb

Or if my soul shall disappear

In some enormous void of space

My shell to wander aimlessly

Or disappear without a trace

Into the bowels of history.

And yet there is no either-or,

The grey penumbra haunting me

Is but the shadow of a door

Opening on divinity.

We must persist through desert days

And arctic nights when ideas freeze

And we walk unseeing through the maze

Of a karmic pasts' firm decrees

And nought remains but failing will

When the embers of old desires glow

And ghosts of selves we cannot kill

Assail us in this circus show

Of life and death and grief and pain.

We must shed the yoke of time and fate

And know the Spirit without stain

Will cause these torrents to abate

And by the Grace our lives transcend

Their narrow limits to rise above

Signalling the darkness' end,

Each riven soul embraced by love.