A MEMORY SHALL BE A REALITY

The burden of my responsibility
Weighs heavier upon my Soul
And yet I see The Vision
And my Destined Goal.

A crest appears from without
The Sea of Pristine Truth
And built thereon a Temple
Of Splendour-with Golden Roof.

And Angels, many, play with glee
Around the fountains there
With raimentís, silk, of Blue and Gold
And butterflies in the hair.

Oh let it be when time permits
That I should linger there
Until the silver threads to come
And mingle in my hair.

My love and I will wait and serve
Our one True Master, fair!
So be it!
Amen.