Soon Now the Light

All beautiful things, all things pure

Awake the poet soul in me,

In simplicity I am secure,

A child-soul filled with gaiety

Singing of flowers still to be,

An end to violence and wrath

The hopelessness we must endure

And difficulties of the path,

The burdens of the helpless poor

And war's unspeakable aftermath.

The thirteenth of May, the sun illumes

The darkness that so slyly hides

In the human body's chambered rooms

And to the sages view reveal

The facile word, the easy smile

The treachery the eyes conceal

The veil of hate, the web of guile.

Soon now the light shall penetrate

The shadowed heart, the shuttered mind

The mantle of man's heavy fate,

The essence of his life to find.