The Terrible Abyss Where is the poem to set the soul aflame, The lines that herald immortality, The secret and inviolable Name Whose sound is whispered through eternity? Before us yawns the terrible abyss. Is there still time or has the glass run out To effect the final change or shall we miss Our goal and ending with a poignant shout, "What have we done O earth but wounded you And in our senseless greed failed to care For all that is most beautiful and true", And then go down

To Wake the Sleeping Lord Approaching in the brilliance of her smile The radiant, all-powerful, Divine, Her golden aura lifting us above The narrowness and focus upon self, Who kindles in the hidden heart of things The purifying fire and the flame Of aspiration never to be quenched Though all the world entice us with its gifts And darker entities awake desires, Passions ego-will or power's lust. For she can fill the hollow in the heart

If God Allows If God allowed the Holocaust Then He himself was killed And every soul the world has lost His own death He willed. If God allowed the saint and seer To rise above our pain And bring the new creation near Then He will come again. If God allows that you and I Will one day see His face, Divine is then our destiny And earth His chosen place.

This World is Magic Built on Prayer Because we don't stay the course, Drifting in and out of our minds Forgetting what essential is In the chiaroscuro of ignorance. Looking back at my failures At their immensity I balk Astounded that I have lost so much And all these years so little gained. But I have known the solitude Of woodland stillness and the friendship Of birds and joy among the flowers, No visionary, I

Journey to the Divine Morning breaks upon the world A splendour of orange and silver and gold, The night's banner is unfurled Pierced by light's arrows fold on fold. My night too must find its end And vanish in the spirit's flame, For I have gardens yet to tend And music of the sacred name. Far now from me the arrogance Of youth's desire to be known, I seek no earthly recompense For through these trials my soul has grown And needs not fortune, fame or kin Or any outward human sign But seeks though love

The Great Souls One by one the great souls pass away And in their wake a sea of calm is found, The light they brought to earth shall surely stay, Their words in each aspiring heart resound. These consecrated visitors alone As mentors, friends and often inner guides Climbed to heights that men have never known, The truth-light caught that now on earth resides. Their constant help they offered to mankind Their wisdom-streams a boon to those who strive Though haltingly and often seeking blind A higher and diviner life to live.

Adventurers in the Alone And when she died the poetry Poured forth as from a jar of grief. And though I dwelt in misery Never did I shun belief That all these trials are but a door That opens on a world to be And all the memories we store Are locks for which we have no key. But God can enter as a thief And steal the unsuspecting heart To seat within the body's core A flame so bright we cannot part The light we are

Sleep Now My Child - A Lullaby Sleep now my child and in thy mother's arms Let the body from its labour rest, Take flight O soul beyond the world of dreams Where angels of diviner love possessed Attend thee in the counsel of the wise Who named thee where the golden river runs And cities made of diamonds dot the skies. Return refreshed and know the earthly charms Of singing bird and leaping deer and best, The beauty and the love in human eyes. Look not too close at sorrow but be aware The evil companion who lingers near our breast Hold thou to truth and all things true and fair And leave to Heaven's wisdom all the rest.

Faith, the Knowledge of the Soul Today I walked on barren sands Where windswept trees clung to rocks Older than the pyramids, Seeking sustenance from soil In the burning of the day. I wandered in my arid mind Unable to recall the source From which this present life had sprung. Once in the time of blazing youth I questioned and I sought for clues, Some light to shed on the mystery To solve the riddle of this world.

The Voice That In Us Sings 3/22/07 If we could see within the flower Or feel the beating heart of stone, Infinity know in one brief hour No longer would we be alone. If we could taste the true delight In all that passed before our gaze, Awake from sleep the inner sight And see the Light that in us plays, If we could hear the muffled voice Of one who calls us to the quest The soul would leap up and rejoice