I Hold Thee
Poem — An Invocation to The Master #147
Published on October 5, 2021
I Hold Thee
Poem — An Invocation to The Master #147
I sought from Thee many a thing
Of high worth that merits life,
Much felicity and knowledge making
This human span with joy rife.
Ah, what passage hast Thou led
Me through, the shadow valley
And lightless caves ever dimmed,
I wondered within, “Why, oh why?!”
Strength I sought but in weakness plunged,
Light I said and in night was cast,
Love I sought and to loneliness condemned
And knowledge’s stead received nought.
In fervent fever I looked to Thee
Asking, “What has Thou done now
To the ardour that was given me,
Wherefore night that plagues somehow?”
And Thou said, “Petty fool of human make
Turned away from the soul that sees,
In each negation I am for thy sake
And thou art pestering Me with pleas!
Turn within and see My forms
Pervading thee and all without,
Still thy mind that forever frets,
Let thy soul lead thee out.
A fool thou art persistent in folly
And yet My fool I hold thee dearly!”