When the usher beckons for you, do you fall

In line upon the sturdy back of Saul?

Dost thou dare to remember what was done

In your name as an unborn son,

When your sovereign master made his decree

That kin of Adam shall not know peace,

Their toils must be many and full of futile folly,

‘Tis why one endurith pain and melancholy.

In light of this message which soundith foreboding

Shown though hope. It indeed was floating.

For alongside misery, anguish, and strife

Can be rescued in earnest the meaning of life.

Inevitable hardship offers unbridled potential;

The relief and release from what’s existential.

A battle left unfought is inevitably lost.

So venture forth, draw your sword, and bare your cross.

What I share is not gospel or my own theosophy.

I endeavor only to scorn those who promise indemnity.

17 November 2017