The Near and Far of God

Some go uncomplaining to their death

Unconscious of the meaning of it all,

Hear not the subtle voice that is their song

Feel not the breath of God upon their soul.

Content to be, to breathe and procreate

Or monk-like live within the spirit's cave

Astounded at the darkened state of man,

As Illusion see the march towards the grave.

Some are called a greater work to do,

To free the spirit from the chains of fate

And touch the soil on which the angels dance

Or the secret find beyond the mystic state.

Others destined to journey deep within

Look on the paths that former births had trod

Aware that life is a continuum,

A journey to find the near and far of God.

From the poet's mouth a music shall resound

Singing of a world that is to be

Born from a world not deep enough to sound

The truth that lives in us eternally.