Divine in Mortal Garb

To see the inner working hidden here,

To be alive to all created things

Accepting without repulsion all that is,

Unmoved by the upheavals of the earth

And the interplay of birth and life and death,

To love without desire or demand

To give without regard for recompense,

To labour not for self but the ideal

Of work as dedicated offering

In consecrated service to the One

Who dwells within yet lives without, above

The clash of ego wills and evil deeds,

Calm above our days his blessings flow,

Worlds on worlds created by His hand,

Guide upon the way, divine in mortal garb.