The Self Reborn

Here is the brightening time of year,

There the earth in cold despair

Dreams of springtide drawing near

Here the land is flower-fair.

And what of us who came to find

The second birth, the home of light

In her to whom all pathways wind

And the soul in its intense delight.

Although the sustenance and care

That nurtured us through growing years

Succour gave to our despair,

Held our hearts and calmed our fears,

Our offering do we delay,

Is there sufficient faith to hold

The vision of this transformed clay

Or has the fire of faith grown cold?

Does the fervour burn within us still

To stay the long and daunting course,

To follow the voice of a higher Will,

Shedding all the past's remorse,

Shedding ancient paths for new

Casting off the garbs outworn

In cleansing streams of God to view

Naked of self, the Self reborn.