The Soul's Unshakable Certitude

Carrying my soul on his great wings

The Bird of Splendour out of Paradise

Takes me where the ethereal choir sings,

Where all the sorrow life harbours flies,

And pain and grief in the lap of joy find rest.

Protected as I travel through the years

I am at peace, my arms around his breast,

Enraptured as the blessed vision nears.

This then the quest, the mantle of the mind

Must be thrown off, the vital self subdued,

For in this rarefied atmosphere I'll find

The eternal soul's unshakable certitude.