Towards Which We Grow

O splendid bringer of the day

Reveal the demons we must slay

Or slay them with a spear of fire

And clear for us the golden way.

Ignorant of the inner sun,

Forgetful of past glories won

Through conquests of the lethal foe

Yet hardly has the fight begun

And now in this embodiment

We wonder what past lives have meant

And where we ultimately go

And what is the divine intent?

Deeper within ourselves to know

The light we see now from below,

The heavenly realms from which we came

The life divine towards which we grow.