I Thy Destiny Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Observe the mystery
I thy destiny I thy fate, said he.
Squeeze thy palms with faith. Mark the swirling path.
Wrench it straight.

Wash thy face at the living well
Quench thy thirst.
Let thy feet travel from thy dwelling PLACE.
I thy destiny watch thy fate.
Solemn is the race.
Sacred is its place with the servitude and
Joy in all the HEAVENS MY BELOVE.

Languish and lead to the LIVING well.
Not be it secret, ancient ones tell.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
'Til time collected to rust

'Lo I am slow to RECOGNIZE he who breeds
Another HEIR to nothingness.
I thy destiny know thy GRACE.
Often times one cannot calculate his own
Fortune.

Stand erect. CONCENTRATE.
Confiscate the hearts of man abiding
With us.

'Lo the SIRIUS STAR COMELY twirling.
The LORDS of the constellations have spoken.
Your redemption is at hand.
I thy destiny said them in unison.
STAND AS ONE