To Thee

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To Thee

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #207

How many scores of years to learn this fact
That all the circuits that traced my tread
And all the fortunes and miseries of fate
Only my share of Thy lines scripted.

O Will, O million-edged marvel of force,
Seeding hearts and oceans with whisper
Of a clamour restless and ceaseless,
Raising all to a pitch our truths to deliver.

O Daemon, O Sun lighting forlorn night,
By Thy body’s bridge we ford the chasm
And clutch for rails Thy words of light,
In our waking-sleep we follow Thy dream.

O Sire, Maker-Divine of the world and us,
Cocooning our souls for a divine birth
Into the layered realms of consciousness,
A benediction too great for us of earth.

Thy toil we shall never know or comprehend,
In lieu may we offer ever our mute gratitude.