Song of Sacrifice Our song of sacrifice must rise beyond The temporal to fill the halls of time, And gratitude in simple concert lift The human spirit nearer the divine, Each moment in this mortal life become A hymn of offering, a chant of love, Joy's chorale that calls the soul in us To orchestrate the movements of our lives And harmonize the discords of our being. Music now a tool of mental make Must wake to harmonies and strains unheard Descending in the silent cavern space.

The Touch of Heaven in Our Hearts There was one conversant with all arts. Now she is gone who made me young again. Alone I face the future and alone Must live the present, knowledge to attain Of lives long past and loves to me unknown. Can we say that tears are useless if they wake Our grief to understanding and our minds Return to calm and let the soul partake Of vastness and the healing of the winds That carry the message of diviner love To the spirit seeking in a slumberous haze Something that it feels but knows no

The Dreams That Once Were Real I heard them in the stillness of the night A sound as if two angels merged in flight Singing above the sorrows of this world. My song was joined with theirs and though I might Be bound and held in gravitations grasp From out the body rose and looked on all The loveliness earth, the moon and stars And heard from distant spheres the Eternal's call. I met the Master in his house of light, Saw alabaster columns and marble pools, An air of God's perfection filled my soul, A knowledge came that I

My Debt to God We through the green woods walked alone, The gods of ray and beam upon us shone, What thoughts we shared as death upon her stole Are sealed within the chambers of the soul. I wandered through the fields of God that night When stars in crystal splendour wed the moon, Aware the days were few when from my sight Her spirit would be taken all too soon. O my beloved, a century of tears Shall follow in thy too soon passing's wake And earth shall bloom less bright than the years When beauty walked on earth for beauty's sake. O loving soul who blessed this life with love Now towards Her feet alone I must move And slowly walk

When the World Was New I can remember when the world was new And love descended on this blue-green sphere. He touched the soil and fragrant flowers grew, And whispered sleep into the poppy's ear; A time when soul expressed its fragrance too And life in all its plenitude drew near. The carefree rose needed not the thorn And daffodils announced the rites of Spring. It was a world of wonder so new-born That sorrow was an unfamiliar thing And heaven

Calm on a Sunday Night Calm on a Sunday night and I Among the silent Sadhu birds Rest, and in the Chamber's peace Find solace in the Master's words, "All life is yoga", he replied And though in ignorance we feel The light we sought has waned or died, No oneness in this earth of tears, No beauty through the tawdry days Terror fuelled by unknown fears, All but forgotten, words of praise, And yet there is a certainty Lurking in

Robed in Beauty Though I have wept, held others as they wept No sorrow can suppress the joy I feel When the pale coin of morning turns to silver And the gold of evening drops upon the trees. Long have I lived my days in beatitude. Though I have seen the hurt of this world Always an aureate dawn holds my gaze And in night's cradle of stars sleep peacefully. There has been turbulence and troubled times When my beloved left the fields of earth And I alone

How Best To Serve Midnight and the mind moves in its rounds, Sleep does not come and rest is barely won. I am aware of high nocturnal sounds, Disturbing crickets piercing call begun Shall not end soon but carry through the night. Yet I am in another space, a peace Settled in the heart knows all is right And from the body's pain will find release. I must close the book on all things past Except for souls who helped this soul progress. A new chapter with a chosen cast Has opened up my book of days to bless With nurturing word and firm and loving hands, To tear the cloth of sorrow from my back And walk with me towards those sunlit lands, To

All Things Are Symbols A Wisdom guides our steps along the Way, Faltering and errant though they be. Though we are but a speck in the cosmic vast A conscious spirit wider than the sea, A being that has lived in ages past Inhabits this portion of infinity. I see how night bows down before the day Surrendering its claim upon the land, All things are symbols in the godward game, The stars, the very lines that mark each hand, Numbers, signs and portents beyond name, The inner voice we sometimes understand Indicates an order in this play Divine, in which we have the starring role, A drama of a marvellous design An interconnectedness of sou

Moulding and Transforming Us She left and we seemed left alone To face the fruitlessness of days With hearts of love imperfect grown Remembering her perfect face, Her feet that we had often kissed And hands that blessed the unworthy head. Her body of light is sorely missed Though to our spirits She has wed Her greater light and greater love, Her power that now dwells in us Here on this earth, not far above Moulding and transforming us.