Disciples Among Seers– For Mary Helen
Disciples Among Seers– For Mary Helen
He who is awake within our sleep
Knocks gently at the prison-doors of mind
Reminding of the promise He would keep
To free the soul, the shroud of fate unwind.
Drugged though we be in matter’s giant swoon,
We hear the muffled voice, a glint perceive
That makes of night a brightness as the noon,
His words attend: “I come, thou must not grieve”.
For we shall wake to shore the knots of time
And cleave the chains that bind us to the past,
Admitted to a deep and vast sublime,
The reign of truth where life with love is cast.
Nor shall we turn again to face the night
Of ignorance that tied us to our fears,
Our petty gains, this sad and human plight,
But walk in day, disciples among seers.
