Music of the Prayerful Heart

A thousand lyrics wait upon the song

That lies unsung upon the lips of man,

Melodies of soul for which we long

And poetry unheard since time began.

An impress of divinity we feel

And sometimes glimpse in rare refracted light;

A splendour on our smallness seems to steal

And lift the opaque curtain of the night,

The ignorance that holds our hearts in thrall,

The greed that grows beyond all self control

The frantic pace that blinds us to the call

And sorrow that exerts its painful toll,

All joy of life subservient to need,

A monotony in which all higher thought

Accedes to base necessities of greed

Where pleasure a commodity is bought

And sold to fill the vital nature's lust.

A radiance from once known aeons gleams,

To that we must consign our hope and trust

Our aspiration and our deepest dreams.