In God^s Transforming Hour.htm In God's Transforming Hour Say that I have lived the briefest hour In the recorded history of time, Say my heart could not contain the sky Or all my love enable me to climb Beyond the self that waits unknown to me But do not say my spirit failed to flower When I saw truth and beauty walking by And bowed my head in God's transforming hour.

Strong and Gentle Keeper O strong and gentle keeper of my soul You bind me not with fortune's fickle chain But lead me as one helps the halting blind Nor chidest me for flaws that still remain. Patiently by grace with love you bind Your child to beauty dancing through the years And in recurring births that purify Add love to love replacing human tears That all my errant ways might sanctify. You are the sun who burns away mere sin, Proclaims the truth our mortal birth reveals, The symbol of the need to live within, The radiant light that now upon us steals, The One alone who lives unseen in all.

A Diviner Birth Down fell I from those immortal heights Into the dust of our mortal atmosphere, I took new breath in jasmine-scented nights And felt earth's wounded beauty ever near. I swam in pristine rivers and I heard The songs my ancient mothers sang to me And in another tongue received the Word From one I knew as the Divinity Incarnate here to change the suffering globe By man oppressed and human ignorance, And she who wore a paradisal robe Enfolding all to heal and with one glance Rekindled faith and hope in thos

It is Possible, I Suppose It is possible I suppose one could grow old Forgetting things, misplacing memories Among the dull and lengthening days alone. It is possible I suppose, to live within The offices of doubt whose concrete walls Shut out the light, re-circulate stale air And make mistrust a truth supplanting faith, Possible, I suppose to wed despair And make unholy marriage in the mind, Possible for souls to live in grief Forgetting

Towards a Greater Truth 4/28/08 Your mellow voice hypnotic and your speech Inspired and from your mouth uplifting words, A cognizance of higher planes of thought, There rings sincerity in all you say And empathy for those who gather round To hear the wisdom from a brother soul. But I have looked long into your eyes Dispenser of the higher light to men And in this poem that few shall ever read Question your wisdom and self-mastery. It well may be, considering the past And your betrayal of the bond we shared, That I am wrong and all you do is pure, Unsullied by desire and the taint Of seerdom like a borer in a tree Who enters unseen

To Her As burns a solitary lamp in night Dispelling through its light all worldly gloom So with the candle trimmed within my soul Where I have built a sacramental room. I felt the plenitude of Grace draw close Have seen beyond the ever-doubting mind, Beyond the body and its thousand blows, A truth to which my life is now aligned. I have touched the Absolute, its joy I feel And though I fall I rise again each day And strive to turn this flagging will to steel. I am an actor in the cosmic play And though my part be small I cannot say That I would change my role as servant here To Her whom all my births in time revere.

A Light Unknown The apples fall fragrant from the tree, Timed ripeness is the key of the young in old, As the child who teaches us infinity, The 'Wisdom'* tree whose leaves at evening fold. It is quiet here in the cave of my repose Although the world in turbulence appears As faith declines that once on earth arose. I have wandered through the drifting of the years Fighting entities that try the soul, Through forests of pain and waterfalls of tears Stumbling forwards towards an unseen goal. I have the sense that a momentous field Of energy, a force,

To Feel Again Her Touch I would release my self from all bonds past And present tribulations of the soul, The errors I have made, the depths I've known, Temptations to which I readily succumbed, The doubts I harboured, tenuous my faith, The insincerity and arrogance Of youth in unrepentant heady days, The surface life, the turbulence of mind, Egregious acts and all unholy thoughts, To feel again Her touch upon my heart, Her eyes that with their gentle love saw all, Her feet on which unworthy I placed my head, Her voice that spoke illumining the world, Her hands that blessing me awakened soul Her force that lit this aspirati

The Center Found I fall and rise again, the more to fall, And call myself a hundred epithets Mocking the stupidity of it all. What good is sorrow, what use are my regrets? But change is coming, I can feel it stir Beneath the clay-formed figure that is me, Or so I believe, though frequently I err And wantonly miss the call of destiny. Above the resolution there is prayer, For one must learn to stand on higher ground To live and breathe the consecrated air,

To Find My Soul^s Identity.htm To Find My Soul's Identity As might a bird with broken wing Attempt a flight across the sea, So with my soul that feels the sting Of love betrayed by jealousy. No longer do I seek to know Or reason why our lives are fraught With disappointment and distress, A touch of love and we are caught Into a net of loneliness When one must stay, the other go. Now in my seventieth year Of life so little have I learned. A neophyte in adult gear To outward joys too often turned And swept by tide and undertow. I often feel the weight of time Pressing down upon my soul, Although my spirit seeks to climb Inexorable is the toll, Th