Rejoice With Me, O Lovers of The Way by Manatita

Bright dawns have turned into elusive shadows.

The luminosity of the moon is now a grey mist,

And the resplendence of the sun recedes,

Behind a formation of darkening clouds.

I am afflicted.

This inner malady has permeated a sick body;

A mind maladjusted by the vain-glory of name and fame;

Attractions to the consumerism of banality.

The Supreme Weaver has woven my afflictions and adversity,

With Her needle of camouflaged Light.

She has rent my capacity; my indispensabilty to the core,

Only to lift my Consciousness,

To the acme of a greater sunrise.

Yet I rejoice!

While I still can, I sing in exaltation.

For I know by Faith that my Beloved's mercy,

Will never take me, where Her loving goodness

Will not protect and grant me solace.

In my Lover's many mansions of exquisite beauty,

She is still weaving my many inner decorations:

Gems, amythyst, golden pearls and rare diamonds

Of glimmering heights!

So rare is Her precious Jewels,

That it necessitates my being moulded painstakingly,

Into the fire of suffering,

Only to be bedecked by the furnace of Love.

And so I fear not.

My Beloved is my comfort and my Lover.

Though I walk in the valley of darkness-night,

I can smell the roses; the rhododendrons.

Their fragrance embraces me and replenishes

The magna of my Soul,

So that I can eventually dwell in my Lover's abode,

Forever.

-Manatita 29th June, 2014.