I love this poem it seems to encompass all I feel about life and after-life, no one knows who wrote it:
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run
And when into chaos the system is hurled
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded uncertain your goal
Move on, for your orbit is fixed to your soul
And though it may lead into darknes of night
The torch of the Builder will give it 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 which was lighted eternally burns.
From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
And the form thatit finds is the fabric you wrought
On the loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.
As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend
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 in the future, sometime and somehow
Your life will reflect your thoughts of your now
My law is unerring, no blood can atone
The structure you built you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
Your lives with your longings will ever kep pace
And all that you ask for, and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as Flame out of Fire.
Once list’ to that Voice and all turmoil is gone
Your life is in the hands of the Infinited One
In the hurrying race you are 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 paths your footsteps have trod
And no one can save you from error or sin
Until you have hark’d to the spirit within.