The World And I

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #73

Published on July 21, 2021

The World And I

The World And I

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #73

“I have sampled thy nations O world,
Trod many a road, the many-climed air
Breathed, at thy dusks I marvelled,
Gazed in wonder at starry patterns afar.

Thy beaches lonely I wandered,
Watched hearths warm in hamlets,
Thy valleys and hills splendidly greened,
And rich storied heights of their edifices.

Behold!”, thou said, “this deserved bounty
From nature’s fair bosom flowing,
Channelled in forms by human ingenuity,
Hence our eminence and our greatening.

What of thee”, thou asked, “where thy fame,
Only lives in worn out stone a dead memory,
Or near-faded glory of a long gone name,
What living greatness is in thine and thee?

Then one spoke, the inhabitant from within,
A spear of time that cleaves apart ether
Makes space and moment a form to begin,
Conceives in becoming impossibility to shatter.

A new age prepares in brooding clod,
Bright rumination seeps in this nation
That must burst out in revealing thought,
And all irradiated with a new illumination.

Not in stone or papyrus, nor in machine 
Or old materials shall the hand inscribe,
For in living body is its assignation
To fashion from man a golden tribe.

Not by dextrous device shall be change,
A soul-fronted labour will remake life,
A live ember leap from a godly range,
Seed divine contagion and abolish strife.

In a clutch of bodies the flint is struck,
Heart’s passion shall warm the moments,
Breath shall catch the flame sans wick
And signal the start of golden years.

This the purpose of My land from yore,
To ever make earth a newer ideal’s home,
For her I commission a few and their charter,
Make of their lives My growing room.

Heed O world the refrains of Me,
I am the bringer of the golden Sun
From the bright fields of eternity,
In its blaze a golden age shall begin.

The voice fell silent in a profound echo,
The world and I stood in reverence.
In the east a new dawn did pallid grow
And lent fervour to our forlorn limbs.

A hymn rose up from the world and I,
In our wills we affirm Thine,
In our bodies affirm Thy felicity,
In this our obeisance O marvellous Divine.