The Hour of God Begins Sept. 26, 2010 What if two angels drifting down Alighted in this sleepy town Where all seemed calm as a windless day, The hedges clipped, the grasses mown. And what if they, curious now To understand the why and how Of life and death in this great play, Saw the frightful undertow Searing hated and genocide The greed in which we take such pride, And arrogant mind’s vain display, Blind to the advent of the Bride. Yet one who cares allows us leave To believe in Him or disbelieve While dressed in cloaks of black and gray, In empty houses widows grieve, The relentless violence and deceit And the sound of te

A Golden Day Oct. 2, 2010 You weep now but the fire will grow In the heart’s love its flames shall rise As you recall all that you know Of one who blossomed in your eyes As friend, beloved, soul to soul Who leans down in your misery To fashion diamonds from the coal Of life; so follow your destiny That one day you may reunite, Comrade spirits of the Way, As the light of dawn disperses night In the beauty of a golden day.

Towards the Truth-Light 19 September 2010 Perhaps before the final chapter’s end I may attain a modicum of peace, A settled will, a deepening love to rend The past that pain-filled memories might cease. The path before me endless seems and I Through centuries experience the hard And obdurate recalcitrance still try And limp through days blindly seeking God. Yet One abides with me or I would fall, Alone my strength would fail for the Unknown Looms vast, I hear the siren voices call – How little through these many lives I’ve grown. I live in greyness, round me all is grey And yet the candle of the spirit burns Throu

What She Ordained for Me Oct. 29. 2010 I have wandered lately through an empty hall And not a backward glance could I refuse The future loomed so far and I so small Burdened by the past I could not lose. I seemed to be in stasis, could not move Or lift this self towards undying love For Her in whom world will turn divine; I knew that I was meant to seek the goal, The world of light and joy seemed destined mine Calling through the dimness to my soul. The hour beckons and the Force has grown, Its power every face of falsehood shown Yet counsels patience so a Mother's kiss Might waken all that is asleep in me. And when I pray I pray alo

Mystic Morning Dec. 2010   In the mystic morning of my soul’s rebirth I came again to my beloved earth, A journey sanctified by aeons past, From a world of loveliness and forms that last Beyond the boundaries we now call death. O what wonder dawned at my first breath, Ignorant, unknowing and divine. Years would pass before I saw the sign And found Her whom I sought in joy and pain Returning to her arms once again. This I tell you, this I surely know Outside of Her our spirit’s cannot go Or lose the light divine for which we came, Upon our lips to chant the sacred name.

Journey of My Soul Sept. 22, 2010 I stood upon a precipice of doubt When sudden stars above came winking out, My loved one having given her last breath To the grey stranger known to us as death. He came as silently as fog across a lake The one for whom I lived he now would take. Rain upon the windows, fierce the winds That day, recalling all my list of sins, The years of work, relentless in my pain I labored, but I labored most in vain. Looking back I should have given more Of self, of soul to one I did adore, Yet inner growth is slow and slow to yield The ego-self in its self-chosen field. Could I have loved

When All Foundations Fall There is no hatred living in my heart, To forgive would be a rank stupidity, For all the flaws of man are but my own, Built slowly century by century. I house the guilt of all the conscious world And am replete with all its joys as well The solution to the question dwells in me, I am the maker of my heaven and hell. The secret of the species soon to be Breaking evolution’s heavy chains, The great transition from the animal man By surrender so deep that nothing dark remains, Nothing of the DNA of death. We are blessed to be alive in this new age When all foundations fall and body learns The secret of the po

Childhood Memories Fronting the fierce and sweltering heat, And clouds of insects seeking blood I made my way on blistering feet And stepped into a faery wood. A wonderland of hemlock trees From rotted stumps that felt like peat Grew upright in a cooling breeze; The spongy earth my cushioned seat, I the intruder welcomed here Felt my wild heart’s beating cease, A raindrop falling like a tear Brought silence as it brought me peace. Childhood memories grow dear And every hour passing sweet.

A Godlike Race December 5, 2010   I can no longer say life will survive Here or somewhere far beyond the seas, Is man an island now, a desert soul Stranded between the worlds of love and hate Who cannot shore the shackles of the past. I have seen the Way, though dimly lighted now As this world spins unconsciously towards death, And warring man triumphs in his greed. No longer can I say all will be well Though certainly a counterforce at work Prevents the holocaust our darkness wills. And so I live to learn and lose not hope Yet see destruction rampaging and sense That in the balance hangs this lovely earth So charged with beauty and a stamp d

On the Borders of Infinity Now in my seventy second year I look upon the world of men, Absent malice, absent fear And know that I shall come again To work eternal problems out. Yet time is given still to grow And al the inner demons rout, Time for wonder, time to know The secret of our birth in time, The knot of inconscience to untie Aware of the momentous climb And why life suffers and must die, Groping blindly towards a light We know is there but cannot see, Recalling visions of delight On the borders of infinity.