Looking Within

March 12, 2012

Could the doors of the soul once opened close again

Or is this darkness but the working out

Of a conscious force behind its protecting veil?

As I look into the mirror of my soul

Behind the dust of centuries I see

A brilliant glass reflecting the truth of me

And the future that was promised and shall be.

Long though the purifying years, I wait

Patiently the hour of release

From all that inhibited my growth, the pain

Of separation and of separateness.

Now the word from unseen heights descends

Into the waiting heart, the seeking mind,

"Love all, no exceptions", and the strength

To realize and hold this truth is given.

How magnified the world in beauty seems

When all becomes a wordless hymn to Thee.