Listen
A flute from the garden
A call from beyond
Awake
The time of the lovers is here
For the reunion with the only One
Supplicate
And seek the unending life
Raise your hands and close your eyes to the world
Forsake
The glitter that isn’t gold
The attraction that will fast fade
Remember
Only through humility will you rise
And strike the open enemy right in his face
Strive
The struggle never ends
Till certainty lays you on its earthy bed
Accept
The challenge you took on that day
It made you, of creation, the best
Invited
Your call to the heavenly abode
Till then scorn the world and its plastic array
Rejoice
In the end, reunion is soon
Forever abide in bliss from the Lord.
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