The Descending Spirit

The Illumination


Behold Earth, what has come down to you!

From planes above to realms below, my spirit goes, illumined by the Light of Heaven's glow.


To walk in realms where shadows roam,

I left my home, to live in body, for a time destined,

my spirit must sustain temptation from misguided ways.


To darkened corners where souls lament, to there I'm sent, to reveal my wisdom, spread my Light, to raise thy spirit from earthly plight. The world to you, so real and true,   with a blanket of doubt, it has covered you.


The soul within, whilst steeped in sin, rejects the Light I bring.

The stones of logic, lust and greed, are planted before thee, so attempt to see, or stumble blindly toward your destiny.


So hear the voice that summons thee: Even you who is reading this,

you must today decide, to remain a slave or to be set free.

Should Darkness be thy soul's delight, then this shall be thy gift in life.

Universe

The Reaching Out

Behold, Earth!   What has become of you?  With toil and sweat by human hands you work the ground from which you come.  In the dust you grovel,  day after day,  contented with your labor pains.

Raise your heads to heaven high - behold the beauty which there hides.  At night when skies are dark,  when the moon departs,  the stars with glory there do shine!

A universe with resplendent form unfolds to reveal the countless stars and galaxies.  The Milky Way,  it’s outstretched arm. . . a path of gold and silver stone.

The vastness of space,  no ruler can pace:  it has no beginning nor an end:  the stars that abound no wise man can count.

Your wisdom fails and faces pale as you try to comprehend.  But on you go,  there seems no end,  to the determination within man.

The outer planets you reach with grace,  and say: Behold the wonder we achieved this day!  Your cheers of joy, echo with ploy,  as they leave your little world.

But the things achieved,  only deceives the mind of mortal man.  The wisest man upon your world,  is naught but a baby,  from out of his cot he crawls!

Your foolish ways,  O Sons of Earth,  fill all your books of history!  Look at Me,  for here I Am,  stretching out the heavens with my hand…..I tempt you to understand!  To every star I give a name,  this I do to suit My fame.  The galaxies of inner space,  are naught but toys to me.