Vision of the Avatars

Let me now my story tell

Of comets shooting from the sky

And auguries that I know well

Of souls that grow and never die,

Of all the beauty man has known

Triumphant in a humble flower,

How goodness multiplies where sown,

The sight of seraphim who tower

Above the paltriness of days,

Above our waking and our sleep,

The guardians of ancient ways

Who catch the silver tears we weep

Protecting us from our self doubt,

Guiding when we know it not

Chasing entrenched evil out,

The hostile forces and their lot

Who keep men ignorant of God,

Chained to the daily, senseless round

Some who run while others plod

Pinned to a plot of common ground.

For few can see beyond the stars

Beyond the sole internal view

Descending here the avatars

Who shall create the world anew.