Upon the Paths of Time

Feb. 18, 2006

There is still too much in us that would resist

The swift descent of the transforming grace.

Old established things reluctant prove

To vacate their ensconced familiar space.

The ingenious machinations of the mind,

The vital self in love with its desires,

Even the body's unwillingness to change

Weigh heavily on the spirit that aspires

For calm and peace, surrender to the Light,

The radiant godhead whom we feel we know

Within, above, perhaps our very soul

Encouraging our feet to swiftly go

To the mounting hills that towards the heavens climb

And touch their feet upon the paths of time.