The Invisible Dream

A billion trillion stars expand in space
and men live petty lives of pride and fear,
At holy core, the soul is purest grace.

The call to light, men neither see nor hear.
While fretting over money's merest trace,
A trillion billion stars expand in space.

Despite the sights of beauty, far and near,
They see no God in one another's face,
At holy core, the soul is purest grace.

Their inner lives are joyless and austere
And as they make more rules, which they hold dear,
A billion trillion stars expand in space.

Asleep to the Divine, they live by spear,
Prepared to kill while numb to prayer or tear,
At holy core, their souls are purest grace.

In terms eternal, Earth is just a place,
An atom in an infinite frontier.
A trillion billion stars expand in space.
Within oneself, the soul is purest grace.