The echoes of the worldly applause,
in loud and strident sound, beclouds
him that by benevolent deed has broken
the barriers to fame and reckoning;
deafening the soft and whispering tone
of the Supernal Love expressed in
Seraphic Hymns and Psalteries.
The splendor of worldly possession
weighs upon the soul oppressively;
that the caution, not loving these above
the whispering tone of the Supernal love,
that’s been expressed in Prophetic hymns
and Psalteries are left unheeded to:
thus, man gloatingly slips into damnation.
Lofty height that he had attained treacherously,
and allowed by Divine permissive acceptance,
have goaded the man to hang onto his castle in the air
assumption of infallibility, disdaining the Word
that’s been expressed in Supernal love floating
in the Light as hymns and Psalteries; sung by the saints
in monasteries and blowing in the airwaves.
The world does not hearken to the strident
silent Love that’s been expressed in
Angelic Hymns and Psalteries, for dread
in losing the worldly applause and the
vain Splendour attained in her lofty height;
and prefer to thread in the dark,
despising the Light in its Divine splendor.
Hence, we seemly to grope into a dark precipice;
and evil threatens to pervade every land and cline.
Despair not, all you sons of Divine inheritance;
all you that bear the wondrous tale of Love:
for you bear great tidings of a brighter hope.
The night will soon be done,
and the darkened shadows of evil will be gone;
for even now there is a glowing on the horizon,
beckoning on the pilgrim faith to stay.