That Which is Divine in Us

There is a window on the secret soul,

It is not through the eyes, for they deceive,

The passage through the heart is most direct

Once found one would not ever wish to leave.

Our long and chequered history is there,

Of many births and deaths and births again,

The ascending spiral glows for all to see

Who take the sunlit path absolved from pain.

And though we are content within our shell

And trifling joys are manna to the mind,

At times the opening comes, we look within

To glimpse a being of a higher kind

But then the worldly life pulls us away

And only a faint remembrance lingers still.

We need the inward turn to know ourselves

To a strength that is not ours align our will,

This world of grief and sorrow to transform,

A unity no adverse force can cleave,

But first our faith must strengthen and renew

And that which is divine in us retrieve.