The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is 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 the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were, and you will be; know this while you are:
Your spirit has traveled both long and afar.
It came from the Source, to the Source it returns;
The spark that was lighted eternally burns.
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 we wrought
On the loom of the mind with the fibre of thought.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space,
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
All that you ask for and all you desire
Must come at your bidding, as flames out of fire.
You are your own devil, you are your own God.
You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
And no one can save you from error or sin
Until you hark to the spirit within.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1915