Saturday, 12 May 2007

I love this poem. I blogged it before, months ago, but it is something i go back and look at again and again and thought someone might get something from it, especially in the light of what the mary's are blogging at the moment. Will post something a bit more personal later, i promise... no really, i will.
My Law

The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run.
And when into chaos the system is hurled
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were, you will be, know this while you are;
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns –
The spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave.
It roamed in the forest, it rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
And now in the soul of yourself It appears

From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought.
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great,
Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.

Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now.
My law is unerring, no blood can atone –
The structure you built you will live in – alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done –
Your life is the life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause
With love for the purpose and love for the Cause.
You are your own devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the path your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from error or sin
Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.

5 comments:

Flyer said...

It is very beautiful.Renata.

Cyndy said...

Wow, Jen. I commented on Lisa's blog about the verse, but the whole poem is lovely. I keep a file of all the poems that I like on computer these days. Some are labelled specifically to be quoted at my memorial service. Is that morbid? It's highly unlikely that anyone will bother to look them up though. They'll be too grief sticken (hahahaha)

You are very, very deep, Jen.

Thanks you for the lovely comments on my blog. You have helped me to feel good!

Have a super day tomorrow. <3 xoxo

rainbowspirit said...

thank you...

this poem speaks to my soul..............

~*Rylah*~ said...

This poem speaks to me too - amazing! Thankyou so much for sharing.

Anchell said...

I would like to speak to your soul and ask it why there is a secret blog that I have not got access to!!! Hmmmmm.....

This is a good poem, but you are a naughty jen...my opinion only!

he he xx