Of the true ages of time, beyond death: these are numbered twelve,
Of earth and sky and human eye, they themselves, these twelve,
Have their power over the spinning ages of time,
Even as your governments are divine: they are mine.
Thus, those who sleep shall rise, from out the deep into sunny skies,
Placed as stewards, as it were as seats in a circle,
The circle of Her that liveth forever.
Understand, for the wedding, the cups, of the continual comforter, beyond malices,
Made from Her starry band, twelve full shining chalices.
Among the lies and false sets of choices,
Ye like manifold winds are becoming thy voices,
Thine voices like airy vessels fastened to water, as falsehoods regress,
And thus the contents of time visit us as receivers in peace.
This remembrance is given to the elders, whose birth,
Are shown in the glory of the water in the earth.
Therefore, in power and presence a praise! Let them differ in their wisdom and their ways!
Let them differ in their qualities, let them become the holy hollow earth and the caves,
Yet vexed that the glory of the Goddess be always,
And in the starry heavens are written her Names.
That which truly increase, the good, let it remain,
Until the stars in one number are numbered, profound,
In Her knowledge undefiled, as falsehood is cast down.
The Covenant only diminish for some at least at final finish,
When astral cherubim wear a frown,
Yet partakers coming are ceaseless,
Searching, ever searching, after a seamless linen gown.
Behold! Her face of comfort! Her immortal soothing sound!
Whose voice provided the unspeakable,
Where before the reasonable creatures of the earth were unteachable.
Behold one another, one another, and again, and again,
As transit the twelve ages of the works of men;
From the stars, a handmaid, let her serve them, or let them fall from grace,
Even as Her land is oft defaced, Her Name by lowly men disgraced!
Behold! A Mount of Olives, Her mystery upon a hill:
To bring death while others live be a part of her will,
Like the wages of sin, when man see fit to kill.
O Physician, bind up your medicine,
For the promise of the earth is for no one person, but a gathering,
Such that those who increase, are bound to fire unless they drink from the cup of peace,
Even as the dawn brings stars surcease.
Our Lady may be seen from every angle, like a dancers star-lit bangle,
And oft comes Heaven’s memories: do not be confounded by skirts, or gemstone dangles,
Or the unknown folded in the known,
Rely on the wise and what is plain shown. Of anger and wrath, they say they twist and hurt,
As the darker veils, rent asunder, reveal vices and a curse.
Behold, then, Our Lady, with the riches of Her coin-filled purse!
Yet help yourself only for Her cause, for Her let the elders stop dancing and pause,
To inspect the Beast untamed with its ten nameless maws,
And then, yrpoil, division, as it goes,
Like the physicians incision and the Dragons death-throes.
Behold, of this only Our Ladyknows!Like pitches and resins, and the burning confessions,
With the coals of their lessons,
And prayer, to the sky, whatever its meaning,
With Luna on Mars shoulder leaning, up in the sky are Her twelve secrets teeming.
The Priestess says, “Be friendly unto me,
Understand I framed the alphabet from A to Z.”
And she won the immortal deservedly.
So you who are to women a stranger, find in life a certain danger,
An apostolic sleep, over which an angel weeps,
As in one mans holiness, his unholy dream,
Pours forth the entire blaspheme.
Swear obedience to Our Lady! Or know not the sheen,
Of the stars that are faithful unto thee,
For good calls good, as we have seen,
Even as Her Tree of Life is forever green:
She made a law to govern, a rod, moreover, from the Tree,
Our Lady is Complete and Sovereign,
And reigns forever, with the free.