The Golden Singer

There is no company but one who lives

A hidden presence deep behind the heart,

He is that which in us hopes and believes.

We actors playing out each minor part

Forget he gave us all a leading role

And though we stumble and we often fail

There is the continuity of soul,

There is the searching for the Holy Grail,

Our path a graded spiral winding high.

Above our dark misfortunes, darker deeds

We see descending through an aureate sky

The golden singer with the new world's seeds.