The Hour is Upon Us

We are a disposable outmoded race,

Unwilling to yield to a light beyond our minds,

Enraptured by violence, enamoured of death and decay

Ignoring the dire forewarnings, the immanent signs.

Chaos surrounds us, forces of lust and greed

The disrespecting world's contumacy

When the centre cannot hold nor intellect read

The signs of disintegration nor hear nor see

Amidst the whirl of decadence and decay

The Force descending, god on silent feet.

Time there is no more, the sudden change

Occurs amongst us; no longer must we repeat

Or be suborned by a nether force within

That believes it wields control of earth and higher,

To a rampant hedonism without goal

And the satisfaction of each sharp desire.

Some, conscious of the higher choice, yet pulled

By the downward vortex struggle to rise above

The swirling water and the siren call,

Cling to truth, the investiture of love.

For those who have heard the call the moment arrives

Again and again to harness the inner will,

Turn from the twisted dreams of modern man

And behind the heart a law of love instil.

In this hour when the body seeks to find

The lever of evolutionary change

And freedom from the ego's fierce control

We must fast outgrow our precarious mortal range.

We believe, we know the Grace is present here

Yet lack the visionary's certitude

That among us now the tranformative aegis dwells

Silent within the sleeping multitude,

This ancient world, the spirit's chosen field

Key of immanent descent and birth

Upon whose soil all miracles shall bloom

For the beauty and perfection of our earth.