Where the Starlight Flowers Beyond the nothingness I am, Beyond the call that comes to me As water bursting through a dam Rushes to embrace the sea, Beyond the God I worship here But cannot find within these walls, Not in the spring or waning year Though thrice we met in timeless halls, Aware in silence He is heard And in the ruby heart of love, In the stilled mind the Creative Word Flows in torrents from above. In outer joys He too is found But fleetingly, I cannot grasp His feet upon the sacred ground Or long sustain His fiery clasp. And yet my prayers serve to maintain This life through all its

Song of the Young Wren A tiny wren came to my windowsill And greeted me with cheer. Barely feathered against the early chill, Half his weight was joy. His wings not strong enough for sustained flight, A fledgling visitor He raised his head, a herald of delight And looked into my eyes Then scratchily began his life's first notes Like the scraping of a bow In a young child's hands that cannot hold for long The weight of melody. He sang improving with each new-found trill The wonder-song of earth, His music the expression of a Will Supreme and glorious.

One Brief Glance The world is filled with love though all is veiled And of its golden threads our lives the weave, To outward seeing eyes the earth has failed And man no longer able to believe. But Thou art here at work within the few Breaking iron fastnesses and stone Temples to a God we never knew That we may be when all Thy work is done Divine in human form, as souls of light, Thy force in us to tear from night its mask Revealing to the world intense delight Of free surrender, for we shall not ask For any gift when all the earth is ours To worship Thee, Thy children recognize, In all the myriad joy of life that flowers Fro

Protector of the Way Who is this stranger that I look upon Reflected in the mirror of my soul, An unfamiliar face, a bearing strange, Is this a spirit from eternity Or one more form immortal Self has donned To seek the God who still eludes my search? I have seen him walking through my childhood hours Watched in youth as he outpaced my fate, Discovered him in inner recesses Down the soundless corridors of time. He bears the scars of battle and of pain And yet the years sit lightly on his brow, His voice with a familiar ring resounds And songs recalled among the drift of stars, The music of a higher harmony. In dawn and twilight and

What is our Need? What is beyond our need for love, Beyond our dreams of distant peace, Desire and the want to own Beloved things our taste to please? What is our need when death swoops down Upon the cherished and the fair All we have built was built on sand Our palaces of empty air. In moments when the soul breaks free From the ego-mind's oppressive reign The child within us sings and plays His silver songs of joy's refrain, We love once more though it be brief As the colours of an autumn leaf Or song that sweeps across the skies From far supernal melodies.

Bluebird II I listen to his mating call Aware he is no bird at all, But drawn to earth from deeper skies And truths but symbols to our eyes. As flowers are representatives Of being that eternal lives, So too the scope of human days To learn to live within the rays Facing ever to the sun Acknowledging all life as one, Divinely planned, divinely willed And all the earth by God fulfilled.

Spirit and Matter Who sets the order of the stars And guides the sun upon its way Owns all, but all he owns is ours All is but his mighty play. I hold earth vibrant in my hands, I press the flower to my eyes, I am the stone that understands, I am the thief of Paradise. And when the waves of anger flow Within the warring hearts of men I am the victor and the foe, The vanquished who shall rise again. Though all is he, in me he lives Behind the heart sits undefiled, In the born and yet unborn he thrives Spirit and matter reconciled.

The Nescient Veil A strange and eerie light now fills the skies When sleep is still a thousand clicks away. Darkening clouds whisper the moon's demise But all this is a spiritual play. For He once said that darkness does not exist As God who is is everywhere and He Is light and though the mind of man resist With reasoning superiority The advent of a higher energy At work within the cell that shall transform; An evolutionary necessity Of which impoverished eyes see but the storm Of a conscious force that all our knowing belies. As the nescient veil is lifted from our eyes.

In A Golden Dawn The rivers of our Inconscience meet the sea Of our unknowing, we are the foam of tide, Tossed by desire's waves relentlessly Though oceans call and continents untried. Our dreams are beached on cold unfriendly shores And hope is washed away upon the sands, Propelled by an inevitable force The hours seem controlled by unseen hands. Is there a soul yet born that has not known The loneliness unbearable when love Beyond this tenement of time has flown To reaches inaccessible above? But faith now sees what mind cannot conceive, That soon in a golden dawn there shall descend Such beauty that our hearts no more shall

Millenniums of Stars Where bides the soul in these late wanderings, As suddenly I wake from sleep to find Embrace of the beloved's angel wings Enfolding me, the seeker, deaf and blind? Walking lightly through the snow-drift air Thoughts appear suddenly more real Than powder-flakes that brush my tousled hair And I am thrust upon Ezekiel's wheel. I have beheld millenniums of stars But never have I known a love so close, O Mother, no time delays, no distance bars Thy presence, stronger than the scented rose. Now all my being yields at thy command Desirous of the blessings from thy hand.