THE HEART'S HOMECOMING

Ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity.

It is a call that emanates
From the inner sanctuary
Of personal being:
In the Fragment that remains
Of Humankind’s
Originating Consciousness.

It is a call to kindle
That Divine Spark
Into a Flame Of Love
And embrace the Depths
Foreshadowed by
The Mystics.
 
It is a call that
Echoes within
Our humble Reveries
Or emerges
From the placid Pools 
Of Contemplation. 

It is a call only Heard
When Deaf
To the prideful demands
Of Ego:
It is a call to
The Heart’s Homecoming.