Songs as Yet Unsung

March 21, 2014

I sawsorrowclinging to an aged face

And beauty dimmed through the long dying years,

A body so bowed there lingered not a trace

Of former beauty but the scarring tears

Of hopelessness consigned to welcome death.

Then I saw children filled with inner light

Expressive of soul’s joy with every breath

Who lived with wonder and the daring flight

To unknown worlds where beauty lives and Grace

Is benefactor of our earthly days.

I saw the new-born of a coming race

And knelt before a cradle filled with praise,

The Avatars I met of a golden age

In a Pondicherry Ashram by the sea,

Enveloping the world’s senseless rage

Delivering the heart to sanctity.

Now the years go down but I am young

And hear within my songs as yet unsung.