Journey to the Divine

Morning breaks upon the world

A splendour of orange and silver and gold,

The night's banner is unfurled

Pierced by light's arrows fold on fold.

My night too must find its end

And vanish in the spirit's flame,

For I have gardens yet to tend

And music of the sacred name.

Far now from me the arrogance

Of youth's desire to be known,

I seek no earthly recompense

For through these trials my soul has grown

And needs not fortune, fame or kin

Or any outward human sign

But seeks though love to new-begin

Its destined journey to the Divine.