Humanity’s history is historically bleak

Yes there are some mountains of glory

But more valleys of despair than promising peaks

And even they are obscured in snow capped ambiguities

And selfish man-made legacies

That one man woefully seeks

Collectively as an individual to see my spiritual leaks

Wrapped and shaped of my own iniquities

The faucet of doubt runs endlessly and the flow

Fills many creeks

But every individual collectively must turn the knobs left

To stop this stream of dreadful death

That winds and bends and creaks

Setting our minds on the wonders of time speaks

Volumes of angst yet with pronounced Thanks

We shred our sins and fatalities

Offering them up to the ONE whom tweaks

Our very soul for salvation of a spritually bankrupt Nation

With it’s opaque and hidden maladies

Stand firmly with tongues pressed in cheeks

We are weak but HE is the strength of each song we sing

That radiates from the Source turning life on the course

To be spread through generations as eternal weeks

Ahead sprout vibrations of the soon coming KING

And with a triumphant discourse we are married to this Force

And listen readily as the MASTER speaks…