By KAMALA
S. DONGERKERY
I
wave before thy sacred shrine
Three
lambent, quivering lights,
Enkindled
by my soul’s dim fire
‘Mid
heavy-clouded nights.
One
golden flame that erstwhile slept
In
my devoted heart
Now
strives to mingle with the source
From
which it fell apart.
And
one still flaunts its pale blue flame,
Ignited
in my mind,
Wherewith
I seek in this dark maze
Thy
glorious Truth to find.
The
last shoots up, a piercing flame
That
glows with red desire,
Whose
radiance torch-like guides the path
Of
duty stern and dire.
My
soul will burn with lustre bright
When
all these flames combine,
For
then the darkness will be gone,
Thy Sun
alone shall shine.