To the Undying Light

A plaintive cry as of a wounded soul

Caught in a net of ambiguity,

The closeness of a lover's clasp she knew,

Sweet intimacy and the eyes exchange.

How swiftly flies the arrow passion-tinged,

A torment and a joy within the heart

And bodies longing never to depart

From the enfolding arms, delight's caress.

And yet a yearning for a diviner state,

A merging of the spirit with its source.

The inner loneliness cannot be filled

From any human fount but God alone

Must come into the temple well-prepared

And lead the seeker to the undying Light.