The Culmination of Our Lives

We watched as one whose gaze transfixed by snow

Sees and yet is blinded by the light,

God descending clothed in mystic glow

A perfect vessel of distilled delight.

The new child-souls who freely play at ease

Heard the music that is the voice of God

Among the spirit's fields and energies,

The stamp divine firm upon the sod,

The immortal's tread in our mortality,

Saw earth receptive to the holocaust,

And knew the promise of eternity

Aware of forbidding chasms that must be crossed

Of faithlessness and doubt and ignorance.

Mind must be made a calm reflective pool

The body not escape through death or trance

The vital no longer a slave or Hostile's tool.

Then night shall find no purchase in the heart

And we shall see the face that in our dreams

All beauty and all wisdom does impart

In rivers of knowledge, divine and crystal streams

Of perfect bliss upon this hallowed soil,

The culmination of our lives of toil.