A Time Shall Come 9/4/07 A time shall come when peace again is found And we shall know, expelling doubt, that “love” Will conquer every foe, the dark surround, And in this evolutionary move Great souls come down and God be known on--- earth. And there would be a link as yet 'unfound', A knowledge learned of birth and former birth, The world become a sacred dwelling “ground” And children born in this diviner age Would know what we still labour to “understand”. In an atmosphere of calm the shining sage In audience would bless us with his hand.

The Immortal Word The evil in the marrow of life's bones Must be rooted out or man as man may die The violence excised that he condones, Obliterate the thought of ‘eye for eye'. At every step upon the path to Light We prove ourselves unworthy and effete When the candle of the day is snuffed by night And we live in nether worlds of self-deceit Where hostile entities find willing prey In the black chambers of the twisted soul Who would not hesitate to maim or slay, Attack the innocent, fulfil their role. No force can halt no circumstance deny O seeker with the fiat of the Lord, The crown of glory and the victory Truth divine

In A Time of Illness Now in the silence of my spirit's cell I watch the endless thought-streams come and go, The vexing past holds me in its spell, How little I have learned, how little know. Beset by sorrow from the depths I cry, I cannot move, the pain does not subside And the wells of inspiration have run dry. Beleaguered and oppressed I cannot hide In some nirvanic otherworld of calm Or blindly in extinction's arms find peace. I look to no religion for the balm That cause

On Hearing John Tavener’s “New Musicâ€�.htm On Hearing John Tavener's “New Music” So proudly humble in his attitude, Transfixed in deep devotion are his eyes All human pettiness he has eschewed And all his compositions solemnize His holy journey and his saintly mien. Why do I then hear such monotony, A sameness and a dullness in between Those rarest glimpses of eternity.

A Heavenly Instrument 9/7/07 I think I heard God’s voice tonight Through a heavenly instrument Singing strophes of such delight That all the veils of night were rent As beauty stole upon the heart And peace to human hearts was lent. Such stillness gathered in the air A music to bring the high Gods down And move the mortal mind to prayer And we in consecration grown To witness such divine event.

Questioning Soul Healing now a slow and peaceful rest Free from the onslaughts that define the day I turn to the welcoming arms of night To sleep half-conscious as my body lay Questioning in dream that complex time When truly what I am I cannot say Or even what shall be clouds my thought. I have become a wavering dot, a stray Persona wrapped in an enigma's cowl No longer can I voice the soul's desire, And the Presence in my heart that came to stay Is dimmed now, for what do I aspire?

Love^s Hour.htm Love's Hour I love you as the earth reveres the sun, As the sea receives the blessings of the moon And flowers bow their heads when day is done. Though all that beautiful is must pass too soon Not so my heart from sorrow's sleep awake, Once thought that nevermore would beauty deign To enter this house and in its bosom make Anew the wonder of love's hour again.

Remould This Dense Resistant Clay It was not a time for singing or for song. Tears like burning solder stung my eyes, I dragged myself unconsciously along Beneath the deluge of the monsoon skies. One came upon me like a brazen thief And snatched my joy as from an open purse, Pain as I had often known, and grief As he lifted poems still in my soul, and worse Stole the muse that long had guided me. I walked uncaring in the pelting rain As a swimmer drowning in an angry sea,

Taste of Immortality As a worshipper of beauty stands Enraptured by all that he beholds So with the mystic and the saint, The visionary for whom the moulds Of mind are broken by the light. Here on earth is loveliness That shall not wither as the rose By human acts of carelessness, For close now to the soul of man A beauty indescribable Chooses its hour of descent Containing the impossible, Radiant, perfect an

The Soul to Find I dreamed a dream within a dream And could not tell, if truth be told Who was the dreamer of the dream And truly, if I dreamt at all. This living in another world No fabrication of the mind Could possibly convey the truth Of things I saw and words I spoke And those I met who were of this world. More than forty years have passed And still I feel the hand of God And hear a voice known long before This pres