The Three Cups



DREAD

 Today’s the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When terrors grow as powers grow,

 Our powerful faults threaten all we know.

And so, it is today the Day of Dark’ning Dawn

When famine awaits the end of combustion,

When all is exhausted by our consumption,

When we await a war of mass destruction,

When species die in mass extinction,

When the weather grows weird,

When the world avoids fear,

And denies all evidence

That horror is clear,

That horror is near,

By invoking

The unreason

Of darker times

And the blind consensus of selfish minds.

HOPE 

There’s toxic stew thats brewed within that cup of lead,

The acid of despair or sweet denial’s poisoned air,

A draught for those who’d let the world be dead.

Drink not from lead, but try the golden cup instead.

Beneath the cloud of growing power,

Life is frail.

But we can hope

To save it all

By drinking of the spirit found within the golden grail.

LOVE

Let us sing the call

To build it here:

The Holy Grail

In spirit near.

Become the love,

That brick by brick

Becomes the Holy Home,

The Temple of the Light of Truth,

The Temple of the Truest Love,

The Love

That fits

The Golden Rule.

The Narrow Path that travels to

And through the sunlit gardens beyond our cave.