Man is no dreamer, waiting for the dawn,
Slow twilight or sudden uprush of the sun.
Man is forever the individual radiance
Of God, the Father of lights, the unsleeping One.
Man is no strayed sheep, yearning for the fold,
No prodigal son, remembering his father's house,
No traveler journeying to distant gates of heaven,
No voyager tossed on oceans perilous.
Man is unshadowed noon that wakes the dreamer,
Outshining the dark and all the dark contains.
Dreamer and dream are one; in hour of waking
These are found nothingness. The light remains.
Man is the pure, the innocent, the unstraying,
The unblemished lamb, the flawless image of God,
The son forever in his Father's mansion,
Citizen within heaven's gates, not on the road.
Man does not dream. It is his eternal nature
From glory unto glory to unfold.
This is the Christly fact that wakes the dreamer,
That, steadfastly acknowledged, breaks the hold
Of that dull slumbering sense which calls man mortal,
Dreamer, strayed sheep, sick, storm-tossed, wastrel son.
As full expression of light, we find man's wholeness,
For light with the source of light is always one.
