I Was Made Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

I Was Made

I was made to leap
Over the vault of stars,
Across the sunlit bars,
But not to fall asleep.

I was made to sing
Not sorrow's dirge-like songs
Bemoaning human wrongs,
Of a diviner thing.

I was made to know
Transcending mortal mind
Knowledge of soul-kind
Towards which I must grow.

I was made to toil
Not for self alone,
For all and yet for One
On this eternal soil.

I was made to see
Not with this failing sight
Enamoured of the night,
The hid divinity.