I HAVE lived in your hearts: I have
given you food: I have raised you up unto your Better Selves: I have offered
you a language:
2 I have said, It is better that
all should know the redemption, than that one in a grandeur should sit down with
kings.
3 Now we come to that silence
wherein understanding locketh us; we weave for man a tapestry in our vigorous performings,
we work upon its pattern, the hot day retaineth us.
4 My beloved, be counseled: Is it
not meet that many should go before you, preparing for you the way, than that
one should fall, stumbling, and the life-load defeat him? I say we are those who
do open the pathways, we make clear the highroads, we take the march of toil
upon ourselves that those who come after do travel rejoicing.
5 Is it not nobler to go afar in
the night, bearing a beacon to those on lost pathways, than to sit at our lamps
with our loved ones about us?
6 What manner of friend among you
would say, The distressed ones annoy me, I have no pleasure in them, fain would
I have their faces erased in mine heart's ease, I am given to my restings, let
the darkness wrap its tumults:
7 What manner of restings would
arrive from such cowerings?
8 Lo, the brave in heart wrap their
mantles about them: they pick up their lanterns: their loved ones give them
godspeed;
9 They go forth to the furies: they
seek the far cry of the soul that is stricken; mayhap they return, mayhap they
return not; what is that to them? have they not responded? They have done what
they could.
10 Wouldst ye have me sit at mine
ease in my chamber, when the heart crieth out to partake of my solace? even so,
beloved, consider those stricken:
11 They cry out for guidance, they
plead for your attendance.
12 I would have you eat from a
lordly dish, but in this manner relish it: The pure in heart hunger for things
of the spirit, the nobler soul waiteth till the hungry be rescued, that all may
come in and partake of the replenishment.
13 So go ye, beloved, and master
your mastership.
14 I have talked: ye have listened;
I make straight the crooked pathway for those whom I love; I raise the wracked
spirit when the intellect tormenteth; I bespeak you a balsam as ye harken to my
presence.
15 The heated day deceiveth, the
fond night restoreth; we gather within the radiance of a goodly lamp and know
the Father's blessing.
16 Thus I adjure you, thus I still
your tumults.
17 I am come unto the world to give
it my benevolence; I am come unto your faithfulness to reward it with mine auguries;
say not, I sit upon a lofty eminence within mine own esteem; say rather, I do
wait within the antechambers of those who would instruct me, I do raise myself
up as my voicings sound my quandaries, I do wait in a contriteness to have wise
utterings laid upon me. . . .
18 So, peace, my beloved!
19 Our progressions are infinite:
we do go from star to star discerning Spirit's vigilance.
20 These are our anointments, that
the host of the Just Men Made Perfect bequeath to us their radiance, that no
good thing cometh out of life that hath not in its coming the bestowing of great
treasure.
21 So I walk beside you until
another Speaking cometh.
22 So I adjure you lest Mammon doth
rob us of tranquility of heart. . . .
The Golden Scripts
~EKM
