Give up this unceasing thinking
O ramble-headed ones, the king
Inside you no longer can rule,
It is nothing more than a mule…
Promethean you must become
Against tempest of hopelessness.
Love in all her comeliness,
Spread her light across sky of gloom…
All-Encompassing, All-Holy Godhead,
Is far beyond what is attainable
By humans, so we must, therefore, instead
Look within us for the immutable…
We must become a mirror to reflect
The Elysian Verities of Love.
We are the chosen, the very elect,
God’s Vicegerents, who stand above
The cesspool of blameworthy attributes.
We live only for the Ancient Beauty,
Whose Love is our Eternal Tutelary.
Our hearts bloom with praiseworthy attributes.