The World Remake

There is nought here but leads us to the grave

Or worse, a hungering unfulfilled.

What greater loss than if the soul awake

To darkness in the pits disbelief

Having grown accustomed to the light.

O pilgrim spirit refuse the ego-road

Well-travelled, trod by countless erring feet,

But on a lonely height stand unafraid

For one who waits within thee is the guide.

His hand shall stay the hordes at evil's call,

His strength thy strength to face the foe and win

From death the body's immortality,

A compass ever fixed upon the truth,

A mind enabled that sees the guise of sin,

The heart become a universal heart

To hold the suffering world in its embrace

And know beyond all doubt the love that saves,

An alchemy change sorrow's songs to bliss

That man may forge the future of his fate,

The world remake once more to God's design.