Orbit Thy Days

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Orbit Thy Days

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #97

Much I have perused without avail,
The tomes most encyclopaedic 
That sum many words to a null,
An empty semantic’s wordy trick.

The formulae of science resolved not
My mind’s quandary, its variables
Drawn from form’s constrained limit 
Settled not my mind’s debates.

The odes and idylls I pursued
Of lettered hearts ancient and new,
Briefly these my heart nourished
But left my soul blind without view.

Grand were the philosophies,
Austere, steep, wide and unbound,
Carved by men like formidable giants
With thoughts deep foundationed.

Ah, but these sated not thirst!
Then I upon Thy word stumbled,
Felled through by a spear of light
That from a single word erupted.

For my hundred seeking thoughts 
A single answer repeated by Thee,
A single refrain resounds always,
“Climb now to My sun and see

The centuries victoriously march,
Every fate and destiny unburdened,
Ended every heart’s futile search
For love and wonder is within found.

Dear is all, dear art thou,
Orbit thy days around My word,
Into Myself it shall thee tow
For thy soul’s pleas I have heard.”