The Leap From Darkness What I know I cannot see What I am I do not know What I love is hid in me What I shall be told long ago. What I hear I can't reveal What I've seen I cannot say What I want is but to feel The force of the transforming ray. What I have done is not complete When darkness in the heart abides, What ways I've trod with erring feet And yet the One in me resides! From weakness our strengths are born Our greatest losses sum to gains When spirit wakes one golden morn Aware these are but earthly stains And turns this clay to heaven-use, Our lives now wedded to the night Divorce from all t

A Dream of God In the vibratory silence of the room Where souls in silent adoration sat, I spoke and words not from my making came. There seemed to settle in the stillness there An atmosphere surcharged with light and love. No sound escaped but my lone voice spoke on Heard in the deeper spaces of the heart. My mind lay bare the higher voice to hear, To feel the presence in my halting speech That uttered more in silence than in sound. I saw their eyes, the few enlightened ones And how the spirit touched began to sing. The psychic tears poured down, Her joy was theirs And they, feeling Her close began to weep, For beauty and delight on downy wi

The Inner Life that is our Self In unexpected moments of the soul A recognition comes of former lives When gestures natural to old lost selves That seem not mine, natural, refined Come forth and suddenly express themselves. Brotherly salutations from these hands Folded like an ornament of prayer A forehead's touch or a saintly kiss Pressed upon a friend or comrades brow. Or sometimes dream reveals the hidden man Divested of his cloak of ignorance, A warrior or kingly soul or yet, A servant of the higher consciousness Or the unknown one who peers behind the veil That screens this wildly teeming life from truth And silence mid

In the Mirror of Soul I said to the Lord in a fragmented mirror, "Remake me, my image is broken and torn", He replied to my plea with a great peal of laughter, "My son what you see is the face that you've worn Through years of forgetting your closeness to Me. Look to the children, the wise of the wise, Who bathe in my sunlight and dance in my sea; If you see my reflection in the pools of their eyes Find yourself there as well, my arms hold you fast, For you who now seek me already are mine, The shards of your mirror reflect but the past The human image of things divine." I looked in the mirror of soul and was mute In the tem

Indwelling Deity The voices of sorrow sing their haunting songs Enticing the emotional soul to weep, To grieve for all injustices, the wrongs Our life has seen and from some horror's deep Recall those visions of terror, the history Of evil acts and goodness met by Death The hunter, stalking with impunity The aging frame, inhaling our final breath. Profligates we have squandered the gifts of the sun, A penury of being our pallid change. Forgotten and lost is the view of the ancient One And gone is his golden smile from the human range. O lift from us the mask of ego-sense That bars our sight from seeing all as Thee, Our lower

The Soul^s Recharging Place.htm The Soul's Recharging Place Cloud-burst and the waters marry me, The flowers of the spring my jewelled bride, The roses sing their songs of ecstasy; From this day forth beauty is my guide. The jasmine and the clematis entwine Their fragrant wreaths to honour me and say That all the love within this world is mine, Ever mine though body pass away. As I learn the lessons of humility In this wonder and immensity of earth, Among familiar rooms of memory I walk through doors of death and doors of birth. The universe transcending time and space Is also home, the soul's recharging place.

God's Design.htm God's Design Who turns from Me I hold him closer still Till all rebellion cease I shall not yield The soul to darkness or to death the will Of spirit to possess the truth revealed To wisdom that resides within the soul And joy for which the earth and man were born. The darkness that upon the spirit stole Is harbinger of an eternal morn Of which the flowers speak in sunlit spheres The aspiration of earth in fragrant bloom And all the birds rejoice as beauty nears, A radiance beyond this earthly room Of sighs and sorrows, death and deep

Return to Beauty Oct. 8, 2011 Autumn now, a single crocus blooms And calls my soul to worship and adore Each passing year I see it rise between The paving stones and I have seen before How souls in anguish struggle towards the light When all the darkness of the world surrounds And only seems inevitable the night, The darkness that in human hearts abounds. Yet spring in all its glory will arrive, And hope shall bloom again and men shall strive To find the light and reckon not the cost Return to beauty all that once deemed lost.

Through the Windowsill of Mind I am lifted up but then I fall, The persisting past makes mockery Of present tense yet through it all Some act of God protecting me. How is it that I cannot rise Above a certain lowly state A place that soul and heart despise Yet still to which I gravitate. Will I have the strength, unfailing will To categorically refuse The thoughts that through the windowsill Of mind wreak still their vain abuse?

O Perfect Rose Full-petalled rose what secrets lie Within the perfume of your heart, You have witnessed nations die Your emblem worn as the bloody art Of men who carried you to war, And on your dress of summer green You wear the thorn, a metaphor For wounds in battles you have seen. Your beauty mocks the evil sown In all for whom you are the Queen Of love and honour and the Unknown Who lives in us as one unseen, Your loveliness is symbol bright, O perfect rose, our soul's delight.