If storms gather on the horizon seek only shelter
Save nothing else to the chagrin of a new dawn But the thought of an eternity beyond this day
Let it become a welcome herald of the unknown
Embrace the message and use its power for peace
For when little good can be made of holy rumour
Speculation’s inanimate politic temperament
Ceases to be explicit in all we do till ultimately
Atoms of unfurled hope in a cosmos perpetual
Will merge into a higher consciousness of joy
