Prayer the Saving Attribute

The Mother writes that each one of us

Has within a beast ready to pounce

And if we are not conscious and aware

It can attack with devastating force.

By turns it may by violence or stealth,

Or by subtle means lay a lethal trap.

One I know, a psychic and a witch,

Tells me she takes him out now and then

Puts a collar around his neck and says

'Let's go for a walk.' With me he plans

And waits for the smallest opening.

Often in a state of tiredness

Or lack of will, perhaps in ignorance,

He leaps upon the unsuspecting soul,

Wreaks his damage and awaits with glee

Our future weakness and infirmity.

Eternal vigilance the only guard

Against demonic forces in our midst

And prayer the saving attribute of man.