This Being Yields

May 16, 2011

Who within this body cries

Against the worlds atrocities

Who counsels me to seek within

To find the cause of life's disease?

Who comes in dreams to counsel me

Protect me from the enemy,

To conquer my desires and fears

And turns me towards divinity.

Who guides these hands, this wayward mind

That before the hour I may find

What I have sought through endless years

Sought and found though still half blind,

Who am the more I must become

Though body slows and senses numb

And often feel the hour nears

Yet will not yield though burdensome

This pain that gnaws yet slowly heals.

Remembrance through my window steals

Of brighter days, the Light to win

And to Her Love this being yields.

Yet will not yield though burdensome

This pain that gnaws yet slowly heals.

Remembrance through my window steals

Of brighter days, the Light to win

And to Her Love this being yields.