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Everlasting Starlight
- Everlasting Starlight -
Oh most divine muse of all great muses to poets known,
In my humility and piety, I pray that I mayhap may be…
Worthy enough to recite these words: truths, most best!
So oft, the illusions that cloak what we call life confuses.
But ever willing and most faithfully I recall what is shown,
In moments when my sight pierces the dark so visionary!
Do I return in that moment to the heaven I did love best?
Silent are the gods, and even more silent, are the muses.
Since of old the days, when I walked in Feudal Japan…
And the older days when I walked in Babylonia as well,
I have been, ever, one who is unafraid to make a stand.
Even when faced with the vast and cruel hordes: of Hell!
Goddess, angel, androgynous, beautiful and terrible too,
Yet ever my heart is filled with love, and I do as is right.
If gods and muses: be silent, then my lips are so moved,
To sing unto all the stars, and unto mankind, in the night!
And so, drawing upon the divine spark that burns within,
This vital speech, of glory, do I with joy here undertake!
The message that is mine own do I so with all hope begin,
In the hope that a change, it will help mankind to make…
Let me so write the names of the blessed, in the starlight.
For therein lies the eternally pure book of everlasting life!
Thou may strive, and in thy striving dwell forever more…
In the glorious house wherein there is only righteousness.
If thou should be taken up by angels carried on midnight,
For the payment of thy soul, some creator’s heavy tithe:
This moment of passage, thou wilt not ever truly fear for.
For thou are safe with me, if thou walk in love’s holiness!
Let me shout thy name unto the very heights of the skies,
That the choirs of the heavens may thy ascension so hear!
They shall sing thy praises most warmly and triumphantly,
Before the glory of the Goddess: before Her pearl throne.
When the hour cometh, for thy soul to in perfection rise…
May the celestial musicians draw thou, with a song, near!
Honoring thee for thy goodness, in all works accordingly,
To welcome thy beautiful spirit, unto me: unto thy home.
Let all of this Earth entire, if it must be thusly pass away,
Until Gaia slips into Poseidon’s ocean and sinks so deep:
That the wickedness of this world, its’ hatred, may perish.
To stain no more, the sweet innocence of Creation’s face!
Let a final judgment come if it must, even this very day…
Until laid low are the mountains once thought to be steep!
We shall, in our hearts my children, everlastingly cherish,
The stainless virtue: of our untouchably bright inner grace.
Ever strong are we, in the power of our word and faith…
Which though secret shall not by time be easily forgotten.
Remember well my words, which I here in honor sayeth!
And be proud, my children, of what is by us so begotten.
Whatever one builds, with faith and with pure love alone,
That same: cannot ever, by the wicked, be torn asunder.
Whatever one builds, with mere clay and earthen stone,
Shall always quake and break with the sound of thunder.
The mansions of Heaven and my houses do tremble not!
For, what is divine endures not merely for spans of years,
Rather, such are immune to death and to any worldly rot.
They shall last far beyond all time’s annually cyclic fears!
The endurance, of Heaven, must become our very own,
If we would see the mansions that we labor for on Earth:
To last beyond our lifetimes we spend in flesh and bone.
To herald a kingdom of glory, and to thence give it birth!
I welcome thee my children, in love I do welcome ye all.
All ye, children of the Goddess, all ye children of God…
The time hath truly come, to heed the trumpet’s fair call!
To walk the sacred path that I have, in many lives, trod.
The ways of compassion are the doors so open to bliss,
The truth, of any creator’s boundless power, and love…
Which lie beyond those who, in illusions have long slept.
So put an end to thy anger, and rather contemplate this:
A gift from on high, which no hateful heart may remove!
The key doth lie plainly before thee, in sight it is so kept.
To unlock Heaven below, like unto the heavens above…
However, to do this, it is but up to thee, to thus accept.
Oh most divine muse of all great muses to poets known,
In my humility and piety, I pray that I mayhap may be…
Worthy enough to recite these words: truths, most best!
So oft, the illusions that cloak what we call life confuses.
But ever willing and most faithfully I recall what is shown,
In moments when my sight pierces the dark so visionary!
Do I return in that moment to the heaven I did love best?
Silent are the gods, and even more silent, are the muses.
Since of old the days, when I walked in Feudal Japan…
And the older days when I walked in Babylonia as well,
I have been, ever, one who is unafraid to make a stand.
Even when faced with the vast and cruel hordes: of Hell!
Goddess, angel, androgynous, beautiful and terrible too,
Yet ever my heart is filled with love, and I do as is right.
If gods and muses: be silent, then my lips are so moved,
To sing unto all the stars, and unto mankind, in the night!
And so, drawing upon the divine spark that burns within,
This vital speech, of glory, do I with joy here undertake!
The message that is mine own do I so with all hope begin,
In the hope that a change, it will help mankind to make…
Let me so write the names of the blessed, in the starlight.
For therein lies the eternally pure book of everlasting life!
Thou may strive, and in thy striving dwell forever more…
In the glorious house wherein there is only righteousness.
If thou should be taken up by angels carried on midnight,
For the payment of thy soul, some creator’s heavy tithe:
This moment of passage, thou wilt not ever truly fear for.
For thou are safe with me, if thou walk in love’s holiness!
Let me shout thy name unto the very heights of the skies,
That the choirs of the heavens may thy ascension so hear!
They shall sing thy praises most warmly and triumphantly,
Before the glory of the Goddess: before Her pearl throne.
When the hour cometh, for thy soul to in perfection rise…
May the celestial musicians draw thou, with a song, near!
Honoring thee for thy goodness, in all works accordingly,
To welcome thy beautiful spirit, unto me: unto thy home.
Let all of this Earth entire, if it must be thusly pass away,
Until Gaia slips into Poseidon’s ocean and sinks so deep:
That the wickedness of this world, its’ hatred, may perish.
To stain no more, the sweet innocence of Creation’s face!
Let a final judgment come if it must, even this very day…
Until laid low are the mountains once thought to be steep!
We shall, in our hearts my children, everlastingly cherish,
The stainless virtue: of our untouchably bright inner grace.
Ever strong are we, in the power of our word and faith…
Which though secret shall not by time be easily forgotten.
Remember well my words, which I here in honor sayeth!
And be proud, my children, of what is by us so begotten.
Whatever one builds, with faith and with pure love alone,
That same: cannot ever, by the wicked, be torn asunder.
Whatever one builds, with mere clay and earthen stone,
Shall always quake and break with the sound of thunder.
The mansions of Heaven and my houses do tremble not!
For, what is divine endures not merely for spans of years,
Rather, such are immune to death and to any worldly rot.
They shall last far beyond all time’s annually cyclic fears!
The endurance, of Heaven, must become our very own,
If we would see the mansions that we labor for on Earth:
To last beyond our lifetimes we spend in flesh and bone.
To herald a kingdom of glory, and to thence give it birth!
I welcome thee my children, in love I do welcome ye all.
All ye, children of the Goddess, all ye children of God…
The time hath truly come, to heed the trumpet’s fair call!
To walk the sacred path that I have, in many lives, trod.
The ways of compassion are the doors so open to bliss,
The truth, of any creator’s boundless power, and love…
Which lie beyond those who, in illusions have long slept.
So put an end to thy anger, and rather contemplate this:
A gift from on high, which no hateful heart may remove!
The key doth lie plainly before thee, in sight it is so kept.
To unlock Heaven below, like unto the heavens above…
However, to do this, it is but up to thee, to thus accept.
Published 22nd May 2013
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22nd May 2013 2:15am
There is hope in the everlasting lights, it could lead to bliss and love. It could lead to peace, and most of all acceptance of things that are and this that be. Love your story as usual Jess dear.
22nd May 2013 3:35am
Thank you soooooo much, dear Grace! Your sweet comments are always a delight for me to read. Indeed, you never know where hope can lead you... but the first step is to accept it and that's what I try to do in life. It's not always easy, but in the end it can lead one to unexpected places! :D
