The Glory Path And Home. Poem by Charles M Moore

The stone was bare as I lay there
With cold and damp that made skin shiver
And darkness all around delivered
In nakedness and scorn

I heard the cries of wretched sinners
Screaming agonising save us
Look upon and help redeem us
Love our blackened souls

And I could see the inner me
And viewed the whole outside of me
The turbulence and hell to see
My body not my own

And grasping hands would reach to touch
So I too them would offer such
And watched the radiance destruct
The evil in their hearts

Then brightness on them all befell
And light and colour chased the hell
So beauty once again did dwell
Upon their eyes and mind

And now they too could see as me
The love of true humanity
And spread the word of purity
You are not alone

For death he has no master here
and when your body dissappears
truth and faith will have no fear
your light will carry on

So little this I say and true
The words of light will come to you
And lead you onto life anew
The glory path and home.