Recreate the Beauty We Have Lost

O soul we live in precincts of the mind,

Suburban thoughts and deeds our daily fare

And petty acts to justify the self,

Yet we are more than mere automatons

Moving through a fated life towards death,

And though we fall and fail and fall again

Behind apparent ills and mortal flaws

A voice immortal sings within this clay

Urging us to find the song we are

And live the light that glows within each breast

That the eyes of love unblinded by desire

Might look upon this world and joy renew

By a vision-force empowered to create

And recreate the beauty we have lost.