Rejoice my ancient people
The time of our renaissance
Is nigh. We will be forced
To hide the sacred no longer,
Its light shines bright once more.
Word came to me this morning,
Carried by the wind from One,
A powerful Mother in a distant
Wood. Her word bathed me with
Renewal, a blessed shower assuring
Our truth would be evident to all.
Now fill yourselves with the hope
That our struggle will soon find end.
That a wise age, new to others, but
As old as the stars, will soon begin.
Yes rejoice my sisters and brothers,
The work of the chosen is near again.
For humanity, this adolescent child,
Will require much work within.
Our faithful work transforming hate
To love and greed to compassion,
Is our highest work. So polish your craft,
Hold fast the faith, our time is imminent.
This infantile age of greed and envy
Will surely end, so we must stay ready
To take our place and guide humanity
Into the new age of wisdom, love and