Poem: Thy Light

Look not Eastward for thy Father, Nor West upon the setting sun, The moon too shall fade whence cometh morning, Sending forth light to the heedless and the blind.

In the bosom of thy dreams, These children of light, Dull as it may be, Bound by the veil of night.

Wake ye o sons of men, For truth a fleeting glimpse, Wake to truth long hidden, And seek thy light from within.