The Golden Age - Poem by Christopher Pacini
The Golden Age is here at last.
The fabled era of Peace.
The Dawn of Light is upon us
and miracles won't cease.
Embrace your faith; become your Creed
will full sincerity.
The Source of Life does Love all Hearts
Great Change does come to Heal our Earth
and cleanse our Blessed Land,
The Surgery of Centuries
performed by God's Great Hand.
Endeavor to become all Light,
all Truth, all Hope, all Love.
The Source of Life will claim its own
and Raise us Up Above.
No matter what might shake your World
go forward without fear.
Take three deep breaths and simply say:
"God is the only Presence here".
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