Prepare

I hear in me when the smaller self retires

The swelling of the voices of the sea,

Feel in my bones the pure and cleansing fires

Lit once in my spirit’s antiquity.

Perhaps the ignorance of occult things

Hides a blessing rather than a curse

Have we not our fill of earthly sorrows’ stings,

Illness, suffering and death, and worse,

The loss of light and friends that soon betray

The love we offered from a heart of love,

And friendships shattered in a single day.

Still towards a greater truth we move

Unsealing God’s supernal mystery

A laughter rings throughout the scented air

I hear an echo from eternity

Prepare, O man, prepare, prepare, prepare.