Sun Blossoms

Warrior Soul

MY life is as a slow unveiling
Of the imaged beauty of thy Light,
Like a dry century of darkness
Ransomed from the coils of night.

A dimmest star on a fringe of sky
Is glowing like an incense-flame
And spreads its diamond hint of splendour
In a shrine that bears thy haloed Names

White petals of my voiceless love
Thy luminous feet adorn,
Where flowers of a heavenly hue
In silence bow, from silence born.

Still, as the flaming vision grows
And the rapt Godward consciousness,
I hear a sharp and stabbing cry
Tearing my soul's intensities.

It is the giant cry of death
Who lures me like a serpent-eye
Into his tombed oblivion
Like a star fallen from thy sky.

I will rise yet healed of my mortal wounds
To thy dome of jewelled ecstasy,
A warrior-soul invincible,
Chainless, orbed with infinity!

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