Open to Us a Brighter Day Sorrow hid my soul in night Grief, the bitter fruit of me And all the woes of earth drew near As I sat beneath the Banyan tree. Laughter, music, beauty gone, Hate and war and genocide Engulfed the world and human tears Formed rivers of pain when honour died. The arts were made a mockery Of twisted passions and human greed, Lust ruled the continents of man And sown in earth the demon seed Flourished as evil's reign began. There was no hope and few did hear The voice of sages who could see The end of darkness drawing near. My offering not strong enough I wept and prayed to no avail

Find the God Within To find the path on which the soul must go Repair the damages of youth and age The peace embracing us to hold and know, Eradicate indignity and rage No longer dwell on all that has been lost; To leave the fields of the remembered past For the soul it is by far too great a cost To dwell with all the sorrows we've amassed. One must move on and linger not too long In the captivating clutch of memory, The call is to the fearless and the strong To leave the world that is for one to be. And yet that world is here, not heaven-far Visible to those who wish to see, No Paradise upon some distant star But on the soil of earth t

Tender Memories Retrace There are infinities of light Bearing down upon our day And those possessing second sight Follow the unerring way. But I am still alone in night For happiness has flown away As from their nest the young take flight Nothing beautiful can stay. The flower's magic calls me still And beauty smiles from every face, Of sorrow I have had my fill And must depart this lonely place But I need summon a higher will Or offer up this life to Grace, Though I cling to old attachments still And tender memories retrace.

A Young Girl Asks "What is this love that all men seek For I am not aware of it. Tell me if you know and speak That I may with its light be lit And all my being feel its glow." The man, though hesitant, replied, "I knew a love that widened so It lifted me, she lately died. I found a love where in the East The sun turns black the whitened skin. She whom I met my soul released And counselled me to look within. Love is not found in outward things, Escapes the clutch of every hand, True love a deeper silence brings, Allows the mind to understand Surrender as the greatest love, Or we may say it is to give, To cons

A Greater Life She from whom I turn away Attracted by a darker way Is with me still, I cannot leave Her fierce embrace, nor can I stay The hand the guides, the touch that heals, The song that is my destiny, The wonders that Her love reveals The moments of eternity. I have lived in fullness of the earth Experienced the soul's rebirth In a room known to a very few In a place that will the world renew, A greater life by Her begin, The hour of God She ushers in.

Trust Not Entirely the Heart Trust not entirely the heart, The passionate, yearning heart of man Too often by emotions swayed. It is not sole arbiter of self, But That which lies behind its throbs Untouched by pain, unmoved by grief, Untroubled by its restlessness. Love is not the heart's to claim Nor the vital life's domain. Beyond the body, above the mind Love lives supreme, its godlike state Surrendered in blissful offering.

The Vast Alone Once again I have returned home To the chill end of winter, burgeoning spring, Greeted by my silent friend, the hawk. Perhaps I only understand one thing, Love made the world and love alone can save Man from himself until a greater Man appear Upon the far horizon of the world. No longer need the anguish and the fear Trouble the morning or at evening's close Depress the heart and infiltrate the mind, For some have seen and many surely felt The strong vibrations hiding just behind Unfinished God dressed in flesh and bone, One who is us and is the vast Alone.

To Draw the Godhead Near I seek not heaven's fortunes nor the prize Of peace from which all understanding comes. Nor do I wish detachment that denies The fragrant earth for solitude that numbs The very soul adventuring within To comprehend this miracle of green Set in a blue surround, and the din Of life embattled breaking the world's serene. I still would choose the marvel-winged in hues More beautiful than saintly crowns and song To thrill the heart, its pain and sorrow lose Amongst the blossoming of Spring, the long And sweet departure of the fires of fall, The silence in the white time of the year; These and more,

Thy Law of Love Fulfil I have leavened the bread of sorrow with salt-tears And sought for solace in the arms of night, With deep regret looked on the passing years As one whose vision dims with failing sight. Time dulls the memories we would retain, Life presses on with manifold demands Still I retrace the seasons of your pain And hold your vision in my shaking hands. I have not conquered that for which I came Hold no illusions that I have achieved A modicum of peace, nor could I tame The rushing seas of anguish; I am bereaved And yet I live and life has beauty more To give to those who erring seek Thee still. I see

Snow I burn in the blistering heat of the tropic noon Remembering the snow that drifted down Silently to fill my heart and chill My very bones; snow that covered the brown Death of that which I so fiercely love. I woke to newness and a strange delight, Wrapped in warmth I raced to touch and mould The soft white flakes until approaching night Closed the skies on childhood's happy hours And feet and fingers stiff and red with cold Led me back into the fireside And a tinselled tree with ornaments of gold. Far now from me those carefree sparkling days, Ice crystals hanging from the eaves A crust of diamond glass upon the trees And in the f