object:3rd Pass through Savitri
class:Savitri
subject class:Poetry
class:joshua
His first advent through all the Worlds,
By the grace of other early hard-worked adventures,
The World oft appeared on the surface,
A veiled-light commonly half-forgotten,
Containing potentially a dark and cryptic Unknown saving Infinity.
His second pass through all the Worlds,
By many more concentrated Works,
It occasionally appeared from above or within,
A perfectly crafted Temple
Encased in a precious heaven-sent subtle gold-hued sandstone,
Containing a mysterious
All-Knowing Power and Love brought forth to save.
So often out of hand but rarely out of reach,
Amongst a slow and casual wandering moonlit walk,
With many seasonal
Occasioned by rare lightning flashes or sweet rains.
Half-way through his third round amongst the Worlds,
When finally the great voices sought were heard,
A quiet flickering spark of eternal love,
Often concealed by crust and low-light,
Becomes a half-lit Torch by which one starts to feel,
Then life becomes a frequent Love and Hope and Joy!
And the wandering walk becomes
A constant though varying directed march.
When the pilgrimage continues consistently each day,
A Voice of near endless enthusiasm starts to call out continually!
And the torch turns
To a frenzied flame of unceasing Priestly chant.
Then the manifold cryptic symbols reveal
A silver chain painted with boundless iridescent hues!
Chain held tight, he travels unceasingly,
In zealous sprints through the many countries.
Where the shocks and sadness, pain and loss,
Occasions of his adventure,
Reveals their hidden sweetness!
For a time on his road,
The destination ceases to matter,
Only the grandiose tale and Joyous journey!
But at last and quickly he arrives,
The old wearied voiceless traveller near-dead,
No longer desperately walking by two crutches.
Born again at home in the blaze of an endless adventure,
Guided by an priceless Eternal Light.
Loving tears in his eyes,
And endless Laughter in his Voice,
Aflame in an endless enthusiasm as
Giddily he runs near all day and night,
He will travel again by the same road,
Until the final crutch is dropped,
And the last dust is wiped from his eyes.
Until there is no more to see,
The newborn traveller recounts his journey,
Will even rest the night?
Before he begins his adventure once more!
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