Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Three Cups


 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.


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.


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.

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