A Prophecy Fulfilled

I. The Logos hath risen, 
The Word giveth light, 
It spreads out Its branches
By day and by night.

II. A blossoming wildflower 
Thy words hath become,
And now, resurrected,
They reach for the Sun.

III. Such great understanding
Is born of a seed,
Not a shovel I’ve lifted
Yet Gold I’ve received.

IV. And if divine wisdom
Is given to they
Who seek in humility
Both night and day,

V. And if they should share
All the wisdom they see,
And if they would shine
Then a beacon they’d be,

VI. For they shall be heard
By the seekers of light,
And they shall be known for their
Truth and their might.

VII. So shine now, ye Sages,
Who wander the land,
Yield to the Father and
Lend of thy hand,

VIII. And as we all march
To our tragic reward,
We’ll laugh at the signs
Which we’d often ignored.



When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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