Canary fly over the chimney pot
dowdy sparrows give chase
so pretty a hen with jersey bright
will never suit their case.
Blaze fire blaze, a fire made not with logs,
but ointment thoughts and wisdom
gathered into books
compelling words will burn, though winsome.
Had they not first their utterance,
catched in willing ears to listen?
with hearts that hope to love?
why else would they have been written?
Bow down young man in your courtyard
lower your face in the moonlight,
far in the distance, ever nearing
a weight of iron is coming with might.
*
“Oh! show me your face,
show me your face
then strengthen my legs
that I might stand in this awesome place
Oh! show me your face,
show me your face
let your love shine upon me
before I must leave this place.”
*
Black charcoal black
you will ever be black
though water run upon you
still any brightness lack
black charcoal black
I do not desire you so
luminous red my companion be,
my candle will make you glow.
Tell me where the wind goes
you hear him singing in the trees
show me where his journey ends
refreshing he comes as he please.
You cannot say what you feel
nor colour the fragrances
the breeze has gathered in his arms
to throw against you, sweet rememberances.
*
“Oh! show me your face
show me your face,
then strengthen my legs
that I might stand in this awsome place
Ah! show me your face
show me your face
let your love shine upon me
before I must leave this place.”
The beautiful Sadhu Sundar Singh the famous Indian mystic who is the inspiration for this work.

