The Consciousness of God

Feb. 24, 2011

He trims the lamp and calls the Presence in

And when it comes he lives within the flame.

All things are known to him, the inner sight

Opens as a flower bud unfolds.

Witness of all that is destined still to come

Prophet, sanctified through birth and birth,

Guide and friend who counsels in the night

The striving soul walking the sharp edged lanes,

The byways where the fruits of falsehood grow

And all temptations on the upward route.

In his calm demeanour all he sees

But judges not the sinner or the saint

Above the mind he sees that all are one

A few ahead and few behind, but all

Destined to realize the soul one day

And merge into the consciousness of God.