In the darkness of the testing ground
I practiced, privately,
And hundreds after, training,
Practiced after me.
And in the burning -
Trammeled - by fires angels sow,
We withstood our brothers' fray
When Life, they would not know.
Our mangled spirits tracing
Wisdom's woven, patterned thread ...
Who fathomed joy arising
From our ashen, ancient dread?
Redemptive lacerations raise eyes
Seared with challenged sight,
To trued and deep perspectives,
Built on Truth and Light.
We've, Quiet, spied the footpath
Of sunlit earth and grass,
As, Sacred, shone its golden way:
Our mystic future and our past.
And genuflecting on one knee,
We, in homage, paid our dues,
For the strength bestowed upon us
Which, now, will fall on you.
It, now, comes, blessing you.
© 2009 by author. Reprinted with author's permission.