The Final Descent "Homage" - Jan. 17, 1971

In the hollow of his hand he held the sun,

Small as a candle in an endless cave.

He gave it warmth by the breath of his being,

A blazing diamond in the core of earth.

With might he descended the fathomless realm

Armoured in truth sole guardian of light,

Calm as the steel of a shimmering sword

Reflecting the force of its latent thrust.

Descending, the realms of the dying drew near,

The soul's ambiguities never resolved.

Beings he saw though human in form

Were peopled with pregnant hostility.

On the edge of the shores of oblivion

Evil sat laughing, his belly ablaze

Naked and flaunting his visceral glee,

Throned in the stench of unspeakable sins.

Sirens of ecstasy allured in his path

But melted to rubble of ash and untruth,

Demons formidable paled in his ray

Unable to sever the cord formed of Her.

Unable to retreat to a denser unknown,

They watched and they waited as the dreaded day dawned,

As thunderous trumpets foretold of the end

Of falsehood in the seraglios of sorrow.

Even threatened extinction stayed not his hand.

Majestic he towered above all their sins.

Light failed him not though the darkness ensued,

Nor purpose abandoned in darkness' lair.

He emblazoned on night the seal of the Light

And razed with his feet all time's deceptions,

Then rose like the crest of a wave to its sea

In mystic stillness above our earth.

In testament to the hand of the Mother.

He left the imprint of the life divine.