Awake your mind's precious weigh;
Does it drive, your soul's wizen health.
And he to you is willing; you can't inveigh!
Vivid is Apollo, god of light, trust his songs:
Gain your providential solemness with fewer aches;
Until, a Divine you breed with you called spiritual Eros:
Spirituality exists where ever our struggles;
An issue of how we fit into greater schemes,
That wisdom links, as 'one man in you' with powerful gods,
That ritual enlightenment your sin wipes.
Depend in that god, he leads you high:
Must tolerate, forgive and gain yourself.
And in One new day, you displaced like a sleigh;
To keep your soul far into his everlasting bowers, Honoured.