Grief Too Great To Bear Shattered is the vase that held my dreams, The blossom struck before it could disclose Its full and fragrant offering of soul More perfect than the lily and the rose. She worshipped with a quiet dignity God who lived within her searching breast, The Mother's child who guided all her days And in whose arms finds now her peace and rest. I shall one day transport to those domains In adoration's poise deeper than death, Longer than the birth of distant stars Nor speak that any lurking shibboleth Escape my tongue in presence of Her smile. In silence I shall kneel, all joy refound For which this life was

In Presence of Her Smile The thrust of all my energy is spent, I move automaton in my domain, My vision dulled and all her beauty rent By death and all my days by pain. Distraction's forces have assaulted me Upon a ground I once had thought secure, Closed is the wide approach to sanctity As beliefs once held are now no longer sure. I cannot move and yet I fill the round Of days and write my meaningless replies, For all the happiness that once I found Has faded as the light within her eyes. The world we think we know is a charade And what we see as real illusion's mask When all life's plans are suddenly waylaid Forg

The Sacred Grail We must recast with new materials This broken image marred by Time's misuse, A form divine disfigured through the years By stunted growth or torn by self-abuse. I have felt the fire and transforming force, A concrete peace descended upon me, Yet I have held too lightly divine gifts And blinded by desire could not see Nor hold in stillness all the graced she poured On this undeserving head.This entity Obstructed by the bars of mind was barred From silent God and his infinity. This human form in which He cast the seed Of a consciousness we still must realise Shall one day recognise the gifts received Telescoped

This Earthly Clay I hear the voices of a muted choir Singing on the borders of a world Unmanifest yet realized on earth And as it gains in density appears At the farthest edge of human consciousness. I lend my voice to theepiphany, My spirit leans towards its growing light, Golden in a supramental sky, Invincible and gaining still in strength. Yet in me there are parts that shun the day The dark alcoves and recesses of sin Abiding in a dank and fetid air Continuing since time unmemoried, Entrenched in sordid thought, averse to change Possessive of their fief of ignorance, Aware of the inevitable day Of God's appearance on this earthl

Embodied Superman How difficult the universal view That challenges our fixed myopic sight, Clairaudience encompassing all sounds That builds from disparate notes symphonic light. Our senses tune to melodies refined Or vision caught in a reflecting glass And if perhaps a wider view embrace We miss the subtle, mirroring the mass. And yet we grow accepting things once shunned Admitting in our consciousness the new And all incomprehensibles that lie Within the sainted province of the few. And though we fall we rise to greater height, By sin and error or misfortune's hand And slowly as the inner soul awakes A light that yet we

To Leap, To Know, To Build To leap beyond the confines of the mind, To vault the barriers of form and sense, To shed the past and in the present find The moments of the heart's ambivalence, To root out evil from its hidden lair Install at once the living presence there Obey the soul and its supreme command Ascending by degrees the great world-stair, To know at last this troubled being's cause Unveil the secrets of our tortured past, Offspring of an evolution's force When God in all these human bodies cast His semblance and His seed of things to be, To build on earth the Lord's vast dynasty Of truth that man may grow t

Ship of Being This crescent with its retinue of stars That trail across the purple edge of morn Recalls the journeyed paths of avatars Before life first appeared and time was born. Now ego reigns as king and light has fled, Or lost in the embrace of human form, The conscious spirit's guidance buffeted By passion's winds adrift in matter's storm. We must moor this ship of Being on a rock Untroubled by the pounding of the seas Or squalls of life that rush on us and mock Emergence of the soul and inner peace. By waves untouched or currents rudely blown Creators of the Godhead's dynasty Shall find the ground where spirit stands alone

Ambassadors of Human Destiny I still recall the silence of the snow When all the world was blanketed in white And as a child in wonder watched it blow Across the fields and landscapes of the night, When beauty like a rainbow's arch appeared And laughter's face among the soaring trees Enchanted me so nothing strange I feared, All life drew close my youthful hands to seize. I now retain the memory of men Who held the God-light burning in their eyes, Known before and met here once again Ambassadors of human destinies, God's designates though robed in mortal forms, Far above the earth their brilliant home Untouched by

For Mary Helen A Dual Consecration of the Heart Look down O lovely spirit from the heights And on this troubled head thy blessing give, My soul now wanders lonely through the nights, And in a cruel and sudden void I live. Knowing thou art free, still I grieve For mornings we shall never see again, Yet hold thy smile secure within, believe When light and truth shall be the earth's domain All human sorrows end, all joys renew, The union of two souls no force can part, Their secret known only to a few, A dual consecration of the heart.

The Golden Body's Pall.htm The Golden Body's Pall Delight has fled the office of my soul And I am left a pauper counting dreams Once highly prized but now a worthless dole, My credit gone and all the world it seems Is richer far than I who found the goal Of love and life and now have lost the key, For death from life exacts a heavy toll, The vaults are bare and sorrow beggars me. In this accounting of my grief-torn days A penury of hope my paltry share, Unless the fallen spirit humbly raise Eyes to a light through darkness' thoroughfare. This bankrupt world of avarice deny And life's familiar offerings grow stale, If I could trade inheritance of "I