Live to Conquer Death

When the black curtains of the night are drawn

And the golden charioteer is seen no more

I sail across the straits of sleep to find

That other world of light whose silver door

Inscribed with invitation to the soul

Welcomes me as traveller and friend,

To leave the little realm of life behind

And gaze on diamond galaxies that wend

Their way unerringly through vasts of space,

To look upon this glory without end

As a million suns vanish without trace,

To know that all our stars have been ordained

And then to see once more this blue-green earth

Whirling through the darkest depths unstained

And realize how small our death and birth,

For we are of diviner substance made,

And must become the God who gave us breath,

Our task, no more by ego-self betrayed,

To conquer fear and live to conquer death.