I, Who

I, who have known Thee since timeless and through all eternity,

Find Thee conspicuously absent in the tracts of time;

I, who have seen Thee in the ethereal vastness of Thy infinity,

Do not see Thee in the fleeting transience dark and grim.

I, who have lived in Thy spirit flaming of many suns,

Now live in the twilights of a dangerous negation;

I, who have enjoyed with Thee a rapturous and ineffable oneness,

Wallow in dirt and mire of a recalcitrant and typal division.

I, who have seen Thy marvellous face in my aspiring brood,

Am unsure of which is true, which path is Thy godward journey.

I, who have been eternally unblemished and pure of spirit,

Have been smeared of unspeakable impurities on my being lonely.

I, who have been bereft of nothing of Thy vast splendours,

Am driven by dull sidelights of earthly temptations unworthy.

I, who have been Thy heartthrob in Thy passionate heavens,

Am a mere harlot used of flesh for turbid ecstasy.

O, but it is Thou Who have become myself in Thy terrestrial plan;

I, who art Thou, have been secretly and overtly moving towards Thy sun!