What a stranger we see here before our eyes,
This wandering vagrant some would call her,
Rallying from shore to shore with her cries
The many young children as yet unsure
Of their true calling. Yet little thanks she
Receives from them in the life she still lives;
For what is thanks but the afterlife? We
Live in sea of turmoil, strife that gives
Us but a chance to prove our sails, advance
Our cause. But the cause is tied like a rope
To a vast assembly behind us. Ants
Do move faster than humanities slope!
Thus we move slowly while she rallies all
To heed in their hearts the sound of the call.
Mystical Mentor, (c) Luke Bennette, July 2012
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