The Dreams That Once Were Real

I heard them in the stillness of the night

A sound as if two angels merged in flight

Singing above the sorrows of this world.

My song was joined with theirs and though I might

Be bound and held in gravitations grasp

From out the body rose and looked on all

The loveliness earth, the moon and stars

And heard from distant spheres the Eternal's call.

I met the Master in his house of light,

Saw alabaster columns and marble pools,

An air of God's perfection filled my soul,

A knowledge came that I and men were fools

To live in ignorance when close beside

The arms of bliss were opened to receive

The humble offering, the prayer sincere.

All that is asked of us is to believe,

To open eyes that now so blindly seek

And ears attuned to violence and din,

Arms raised against the helpless and the weak.

We have lost the sense of wonder and delight

And revel in the sordid and the soiled,

Where now the vision and the second sight

The dreams that once were real and fire-bright?