Rays of Hope It was as if all substance disappeared For in my dream I clasped your wraithlike form So fragile that in holding you I feared Your body would dissolve which yet was warm And supple yielding to my lightest touch. I asked you how I might be of some use, The love within my heart and soul was such That nothing you would ask I could refuse, But then I woke and weeping understood Embracing you was but a passing dream, Its meaning vague and all your lifelike mood A vision or an evanescent gleam Of joy once known that now is mine no more, A tenderness and sweetness as of flowers, A life divine our basis and the core That j

Erskine Lake A house of guns and swords and mounted game, The welcome smell of panelled rooms of pine, The Burgermeisters' home and Tanta's name I can recall but not the covert sign Of treachery that lay within those floors. And O, the garden where we'd run and hide And pluck the full and ripened fruit, the chores My father's boundless energies applied To ease the strain upon his elder kin. At the age of four we were too young to know Deceit and fraudulence as mortal sin And played unconscious in the evening glow, Wide-eyed saw the fish beneath the dock, Swam delighted in the fairy lake Open-mouthed watched the cuckoo-clock Stri

Do Not Grieve Grief is now companion of my days, Unwanted he comes, a solitary guest And in the unchecked openings betrays The heart to tears, the soul to troubled rest. Though a stranger he appears as bosom friend Recalling joys I shall not taste again, And sorrow's songs I cannot yet transcend, For one I loved who bravely bore her pain, Who cherished life, unwilling still to leave Though caught in the stealthy Hunter's mighty snare. I hear her voice beseech me, "Do not grieve," And catch her perfumed presence in the air. She walks with me, confidante and guide, Towards the Mother's Light where I move on And love no lingerin

This Faint Phenomena Called Soul What is this faint phenomena called soul Which rarely do we sense and hardly know, A portion of some enigmatic whole That merits no attention in the flow Of life, the rushing of its endless streams Inwhich we willingly participate. Yet sometimes we are visited by dreams, Impressions, thoughts on which we meditate Other than our daily cares and fears. And sometimes when a voice is softly heard, Turn from the tedious sameness of the years From far approaches catch the carrier Word.

Inviolable Rose When I allow myself to dream awake, If I allow myself to dream at all I dream of flowers and the joy they take At light in morning, rest at evening's fall. I see their blissful countenance and hue And often in the early day or late A fragrance sense, known only to the few Who open as the flowers, dedicate To the sun of their thought, their soul's desire, The bud that lies within awaiting bloom, A many-petalled chalice reaching higher Ever higher in that hidden room Where all prepares the ages to disclose The perfect and inviolable rose.

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