To Wake the Self

And as this aging body tires

God waits silently within,

Sorrow like a thousand fires

Burns through all my bones and then

My soul in the stellar vastness cries

To overcome the weight of years

And asks why all in me denies

The fiat of the heavenly seers

The light that leaps from the Unknown

The force that in my spirit grows

The seed the Lord has gently sown

To wake in me the Self that knows.