To Worship the Presence

Romantic soul is beautiful but flawed

Too easily hurt by treachery and guile

Or moved to tears by beauty and desire

Or unrequited love that tears the heart

And blinds the eyes to greater love that calls

And waits within the corridors of soul.

Mind the great discoverer is flawed,

Blinded by the brilliance of its light

Believes that only what it sees is true

Or can discern by intuition's gleam.

The vital self is always unfulfilled,

Unending conquests are its food of life,

And what is left when body cannot cope

With age and its infirmities and falls

Too soon upon the hard-rock roads of life.

The soul of man unwelcomed and confined

To a still small space behind the throbbing heart

Must now come forth, throw off the dazzling veils

Of body, life and mind and lead the self

To worship the Presence that in us all abides.