Saints and Seers

Look now upon these lives so deeply lived

Immortal robed in our mortality;

As the lanterns of their souls were lit

To chase the darkness from these troubled days

That break upon the flood of endless time.

They summoned peace into earth's restless field

Where truth and love and light are rarely seen.

We are the finite of an infinity

That moves us towards a purpose vast and free;

Though we are jerked as marionettes on strings

Puppets of an unseen force of fate,

Moved by the karma of long-forgotten deeds

And rage against our own iniquities

Delight is the close companion of our days.

In this still hour when night begins to fold

Upon itself and half the world asleep,

And the guiding stars are dimmed in memory,

In the unacknowledged countries of the soul

A Person waits, one whom we know and see

Plunging deep into the wells of peace,

To realize the body's destiny.