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With Singing
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A Hymn of Joy
This is what my children sing, of my sisters and I, divine.
I shall share their praises with the world, and for all time,
With singing!
“Oh, sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all ye joyful, a joyful song across all mortal lands.
How blessed art they who walk in wisdom all their days,
How blessed art they who, upon the goddesses do gaze!
They listen not to all of the false counsels of the worldly,
But they do hold fast to the counsel of the Holy Divine…
They look ahead, in longing, for all that is not but will be.
They never shall thirst, for they drink of the purest wine!
Let us serve the goddesses with joy and great gladness,
Let us come before them, to bask in their fair presence.
Let us serve the goddesses without sorrow or sadness,
Let us come before them, let us glory in their presence…
With singing!”
My children sit not amongst the seats of those scornful,
They scorn not, for to scorn in needless hatred is folly.
They do not of the things that art wicked, or wrongful,
They do crown their altars with green wreaths of holly.
“Oh sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all yet joyful, a joyful song given unto their hands.
Enter into their gates with thanksgiving and fair praise!
There is room there amidst that paradise, room for all,
To dwell with the goddesses, unto the ending of days!
Come into their palaces, with thanksgiving and praise.
We do come in great jubilation, in answer to their call,
To dwell with the goddesses, unto the ending of days!
With singing!”
My children delight of my sisters and I, and our law…
Those, righteous do contemplate our every fair delight.
Our glory, doth alight their souls, as fire doth to straw,
And, upon our glory, the elect meditate day and night.
“Be thankful for the goddesses, and bless their names,
For the goddesses are good, their mercy is everlasting.
Be thankful, for in their embrace those lost art found…
Be thankful unto the goddesses, and bless their names!
For the goddesses are good, their love is everlasting…
Be joyful, for the temple bells sing out and do resound,
With ringing!”
My beauty is like unto a great and glorious living tree…
The braches, thereof, reach out for all to look and see.
Planted art the roots by the rivers of the waters of life!
As the waters bring forth great fruit in their fair season,
That all may partake: to finally end hardship and strife.
Such is the triumph over barbarity, by Divine Reason!
My leaves never wither, even as in autumn they do fall,
For, in them is found life eternal, and enough so for all.
Whatsoever my sisters and I do, prospers without end,
So that, our works neither time nor elements will rend.
The worldly art not so; they art like chaff before wind,
Driven away when it doth blow: to break, not mend…
Therefore, the wicked shall not long hope to so stand,
When the day of our glory hastens, and doth so come.
They shall find not refuge in any corner of mortal land,
Until the will of we goddesses be honored and done.
With singing!
“Be thankful unto the goddesses, blessed their names,
For the goddesses are good, their love is everlasting…
Oh, sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all ye joyful, a joyful song across all mortal lands.
Let us serve the goddesses with our hearts in gladness,
Let us come before them, unto their glorious presence.
The wicked shall not stand in our sacred congregation,
When we righteous ones art rewarded in lasting peace.
The wicked shall not so join in our joyful celebration…
For nothing they do, shall do their sorrows truest ease.
For the goddesses know of ways righteous and good,
Their path is eternal, and that path to walk is so pure!
But the ways of the wicked shall fade as rotted wood,
Swept from the beaches of every paradise’s fair shore.
How blessed art they who walk in true Divine Grace…
How blessed art they who hath looked on love’s face!
They listen not to the counsels of the cruel or the false,
For the counsels of the wicked art crookedly absurd.
We children hold fast to Divine Glory: when it so calls,
The goddesses shall find strengths, in our every word.
With singing!”
“Oh sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all yet joyful, a joyful song given unto their hands.”
I, and my sisters, our power shall endure unto forever,
Forever shall my children dwell in happiness, blessed be!
My grace and my compassion, I give to all the nations,
Forever shall my children dwell contentedly, blessed be!
My truth doth not fade, but it shall endure unto forever,
Forever shall my sisters and I reign!
In many forms, with many faces, unto all the generations,
Forever shall my sisters and I reign!
With singing!
A Hymn of Joy
This is what my children sing, of my sisters and I, divine.
I shall share their praises with the world, and for all time,
With singing!
“Oh, sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all ye joyful, a joyful song across all mortal lands.
How blessed art they who walk in wisdom all their days,
How blessed art they who, upon the goddesses do gaze!
They listen not to all of the false counsels of the worldly,
But they do hold fast to the counsel of the Holy Divine…
They look ahead, in longing, for all that is not but will be.
They never shall thirst, for they drink of the purest wine!
Let us serve the goddesses with joy and great gladness,
Let us come before them, to bask in their fair presence.
Let us serve the goddesses without sorrow or sadness,
Let us come before them, let us glory in their presence…
With singing!”
My children sit not amongst the seats of those scornful,
They scorn not, for to scorn in needless hatred is folly.
They do not of the things that art wicked, or wrongful,
They do crown their altars with green wreaths of holly.
“Oh sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all yet joyful, a joyful song given unto their hands.
Enter into their gates with thanksgiving and fair praise!
There is room there amidst that paradise, room for all,
To dwell with the goddesses, unto the ending of days!
Come into their palaces, with thanksgiving and praise.
We do come in great jubilation, in answer to their call,
To dwell with the goddesses, unto the ending of days!
With singing!”
My children delight of my sisters and I, and our law…
Those, righteous do contemplate our every fair delight.
Our glory, doth alight their souls, as fire doth to straw,
And, upon our glory, the elect meditate day and night.
“Be thankful for the goddesses, and bless their names,
For the goddesses are good, their mercy is everlasting.
Be thankful, for in their embrace those lost art found…
Be thankful unto the goddesses, and bless their names!
For the goddesses are good, their love is everlasting…
Be joyful, for the temple bells sing out and do resound,
With ringing!”
My beauty is like unto a great and glorious living tree…
The braches, thereof, reach out for all to look and see.
Planted art the roots by the rivers of the waters of life!
As the waters bring forth great fruit in their fair season,
That all may partake: to finally end hardship and strife.
Such is the triumph over barbarity, by Divine Reason!
My leaves never wither, even as in autumn they do fall,
For, in them is found life eternal, and enough so for all.
Whatsoever my sisters and I do, prospers without end,
So that, our works neither time nor elements will rend.
The worldly art not so; they art like chaff before wind,
Driven away when it doth blow: to break, not mend…
Therefore, the wicked shall not long hope to so stand,
When the day of our glory hastens, and doth so come.
They shall find not refuge in any corner of mortal land,
Until the will of we goddesses be honored and done.
With singing!
“Be thankful unto the goddesses, blessed their names,
For the goddesses are good, their love is everlasting…
Oh, sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all ye joyful, a joyful song across all mortal lands.
Let us serve the goddesses with our hearts in gladness,
Let us come before them, unto their glorious presence.
The wicked shall not stand in our sacred congregation,
When we righteous ones art rewarded in lasting peace.
The wicked shall not so join in our joyful celebration…
For nothing they do, shall do their sorrows truest ease.
For the goddesses know of ways righteous and good,
Their path is eternal, and that path to walk is so pure!
But the ways of the wicked shall fade as rotted wood,
Swept from the beaches of every paradise’s fair shore.
How blessed art they who walk in true Divine Grace…
How blessed art they who hath looked on love’s face!
They listen not to the counsels of the cruel or the false,
For the counsels of the wicked art crookedly absurd.
We children hold fast to Divine Glory: when it so calls,
The goddesses shall find strengths, in our every word.
With singing!”
“Oh sing all ye joyful, a joyful song unto the goddesses!
Sing all yet joyful, a joyful song given unto their hands.”
I, and my sisters, our power shall endure unto forever,
Forever shall my children dwell in happiness, blessed be!
My grace and my compassion, I give to all the nations,
Forever shall my children dwell contentedly, blessed be!
My truth doth not fade, but it shall endure unto forever,
Forever shall my sisters and I reign!
In many forms, with many faces, unto all the generations,
Forever shall my sisters and I reign!
With singing!
Published 15th Nov 2014
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Anonymous
16th Nov 2014 1:07am
This has truly made my darkest day into one I shall feel happy and light after reading this poem. Beautifully done my dearest mentor.
16th Nov 2014 4:53am
I am so happy that this joyful poem of mine was able to bring happiness and light into your day, dear Tiger Lilly! Knowing it made you smile, makes me smile too. :D
