The Law (Tieme Ranoiri)

The Sun may be clouded, yet ever the Sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle has run
And when into chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal
Move on — for your orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give us new light.

You were, You will be! Know this while you are
Your spirit has travelled both long and afar
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns.
The Spark that was lighted eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave.
It roamed in the forest, it rose from a grave.
It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years
And now in the soul of yourself it appears

From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one is gone
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the mind, from the fibre of thought.

Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend.
You cannot escape them for petty or great
Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.

Somewhere on some planet: some time and somehow
Your life will reflect all the thoughts of your Now.
The Law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you rear, you must live in alone.

From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives, with your longings will ever keep pace
And all that you ask for and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flames out of fire.

Once list to that Voice and all tumult is done
Your life is the Life of the Infinite One.
In the hurrying race you’re conscious of pause
With love for the purpose and love for the cause.

You are your own Devil, you are your own God
You fashioned the path your footsteps have trod.
And no-one can save you from Evil or Sin
Until you shall hark to the Spirit within

—Ella Wheeler Wilcox