New Songs, New Poems               

 

How often have I left the past behind

Seeking freedom from the shackles and chains

Of memory, the joys and sorrows that blind

The aspiring soul who would the Light attain

Unburdened of the failures and success

Of this and former lives, the past discard,

Unrobe to truth nor grief nor happiness

Tempt one from the path, though often hard,

Lengthy and circuitous, the way

Prepared, designed by an unerring Force,

The dust of centuries shake off and stay

Committed to the spirit's chosen course.

For this I came, a work I must complete,

New songs, new poems to place before His feet.