Love has come to us.
Not that love of petty emotion and pursuit,
Not the love of desire and dissipation,
Not the love that in its finding is lost.
Love lost is not love,
For love here can find expression
Only in the depths of Divine Intention.
Go forward then peoples of the earth!
Cast not a backward glance.
The mask called Death is vanquished
On the future’s threshold
The past is gone
And leaves only yesterday’s sigh,
Of things not worthy of remembrance.
Await Her coming in readiness.
The heart, that hearth of fire
Burns the brittle bonds of mind
That bind us to the downward pulls
Of uselessness and sloth of busyness.
She comes in a deft dance
Of whirlwind action midst a battle
With the shadowy clingings of things
That will not leave their hold
On Earth’s Treasure.