Those I Have Called

He who remembers me at his body's hour

And speaks my name with his last failing breath,

Him will I guide and on his soul will shower

Munificence releasing him from death.

He shall fear not and pass through shadow-realms

Accompanied by ever-growing light.

The presentiment of darkness that overwhelms

The new-released that soar from earthly sight

Shall touch him not, my guardians by his side,

Till he secures his resting place in me

Preparing for the advent of the bride

And the coming supramental dynasty.

Those I have called who heard my clarions

And worship me my daughters are and sons.