Know Ourselves At Last

The sorrow of the world shown in his eyes,

The poison man inflicts on the divine,

His gifts returned unopened, life denies

The beauty and the sacrificial wine

Of love and truth, the blessings infinite.

Enamoured still of dark, unchanged we toil

And still upon our heads he pours delight,

Invests his peace upon our mortal soil

That unimpeded we may grow towards light

Divested of the burden of the past,

Remove the blinders that occlude our sight

And in his presence know ourselves at last.