Thoughts of light, like angel dust,
Settle upon my HEART
And I am reminded that I do not work alone.
Upon the palm of word and form
I may UNFOLD
And therefore see by their Truth.
I am led along the treasure hunt of my Soul
With resolution and calm
To seek the end of all philosophy—
To at last
Enter INTO a knowledge of LIGHT.
The arc of Purpose holds me ever under its wing
Within its flower of high endeavor.
I am helped across the brief pages of time
With fresh insight
Knowing that all will be well.