A Being Formed of Light


Flowers once unknown now blossom here

As if embodying those mighty souls

Who left their light-impress upon the earth,

Singing of a golden dawn not far

From all the suffering our days attend.

A small blue blossom modestly appears

Springing from the earth of our desire,

And with its beauty silently proclaims

The advent of a spiritual day

When a being formed of light shall manifest

Amongst the multitudes who wend their way

Half-conscious of the world that is to be,

Striving with the paltry means in reach

To seek a living from the iron men

Who hold the world's exchange in greedy hands.