Though I know your toils
for in Poverty your Strength
was Proven before the World,
nor did you drink from
the poisonous chalice.
We Bless Thee! For ye did not
succumb to the pressures
for money comes and pass
the steadfast holds fast
when storms arise.
For in the Center is calmness
until it has passed and done,
for ye rode not the waves
nor emptied the sea of fish
or the soil of nourishment.
This thread I weave for thee
as thou have created for others
A Shield and a Sword in wyrds
an Armour for your People
a crown for the new Aeon. |