The Countenance of God

The loneliness of days is on me now

Yet in the end we never are alone,

Eternal presences accompany

The striving soul, compassionate and strong,

To guide the pilgrim spirit on the way.

For one day we shall see the master-plan

Awake to godhead sloughing of the cloak

Of long inconscience, ignorance and pain,

Revealed the meaning of each birth in time,

The knowledge lost in the descent to form,

The rapture feel when lifted is the veil

That long protected us from too great light,

The Friend remembered through successive lives

Who guided us when we were least aware.

And then the world will kneel before his feet

And look upon the countenance of God.