The Poet & The Sage (Reprise)

To the tune of Le Jardin de Monsieur Monet by Stephan Moccio

I.

There was a certain man,
Living in a quiet village by the river. 

Though never did he plan,
The mountains whispered quiet revelations. 

Soft tears run down his face,
Weeping for his mother’s suffering.

He falls down to his knees,
Underneath the gravity of this calling.

II.

Great Sage within my heart,
Come down from thy high place now to meet me.

Speak plainly of thy view,
Tell me of the storms that gather o’er the fertile plains. 

“Son, look now round about Thee;
Hath thou ever seen so many demons?”

“Now, look within thy soul,
Doesn’t it appear that they now devour thee?”

Lord, I can see them now, 
Moving o’er thy golden fields with their forks and fire.

Though darkness soon will rein, 
Teach me now to serve Thine aims.

“Son, it will not be long,
Till they burn thy village by the river.”

“Go, tell the world this news, 
Show them all the grief their father delivers to them.”

God, guide me on this way,
I now yield to thee my life for eternity. 

III.

Sweet wisdom do I hear,
Whispered through the atmosphere.

Though darkness now abounds,
All the stars are shining brightly before me.

And I wonder, do they see me?

Crowds of angels sing in praise
To the highest order.

All this music in my ears,
Lifts my soul and casts my flesh to the ocean deep.

IV.

The god of chaos hath returned from the deep.

Lo, behold this wretched whore who now goes up to Bethel.

As she enters there, the whole earth begins to crumble.

All ye who have eyes to see, and ears to hear, see what I show thee, and listen to what I tell thee.

There are moneychangers in the Temples, and in the high places, and in these sacred spaces they trade their goods.

Lo, the politicians have taken charge of the churches, for they have become houses of propaganda rather than truth, and folly rather than wisdom.

Brothers and sisters, look around us; our culture has become as dry as the rock upon which it was founded!

Do we not now walk through a desert? Do we not thirst for the living waters of Eden? Hath we lost our appetite for the body of Christ?

“Lo, people of the world, cry out in bitter repentance for what thou hath done to My holy places, for though it was thy parents who failed to teach thee of thine inheritance, it is ye who have sinned against Me.”

“Keep careful watch o’er the land about thee, ye wanderers, for I am about to open My floodgates, even that I may inflate thy strife and purge the land of all uncleanliness.”

Father, My Father, how may I redirect Thy path?

“Has it not been shown unto thee?”

If it has, I have forgotten. Forgive me, and guide my way now, Lord.

FEATURE

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. 

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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