Why lament?
Spiritist group from Pau, medium Mr. T…
Man was created active, intelligent and free;
God made him the artisan of his own destiny.
He was given two paths to choose from:
One leads to evil, the other to a virtuous home.
The first is apparently smooth,
Easily covered without much strength,
Carelessly, indolently given to brutal
Instincts, hopelessly led by the impulsive fall.
It needs no more. The other one on the contrary,
Seeks continual effort, works endlessly,
Thorough vigilance, careful research,
Reason is prime, instincts on the leash.
Free, man can choose the first one,
Indefinitely groping the dark zone,
Having passion and brutality by guides,
Covering reason with instinct and spite.
However, he can also listen with his heart instead
A kind voice whispering to his ears: Shed
The light of progress on your way,
Leave immobility behind and pray.
Your destiny is in your hands:
Be the wandering shadow, without aim
Or like the joyful bride whose heart acclaims.
If you choose evil in this world
You may conquer pageantry, titles,
But an appeased and kind soul
That warmth in your heart will never grow.
Parties and celebrations in your course
Shall chase you in your remorse.
Stains, dissenting sounds at the station,
Hear the chants of triumph and real celebration.
Later, when the last hour has come,
When the Spirit finally leave its dome,
It is time to undress the moral self,
Where only the shinning truth dwells,
No place for lies or hypocrisies,
Your guilty life, your greatest enemy!
The ghost of your past is the shadow,
The executioner behind you.
Your crimes have you sentenced.
Rich and powerful you are now naked,
Abandoned, running away like the trembling
Hunt that cannot escape. The prey
Is now lost, nowhere to go.
The last scream of pride may perhaps blow
Your mind, and you say blasphemies against God
When your conscience is now the lord
Telling you out, loud and clear: No
More, stop now bad and blasphemous soul;
God created you active, intelligent and free
So that through this boundless power you may see
How evil can become goodness by the will
Of anyone that walks the good path until
The final prize is conquered,
The soul in heavens awarded.
That reward is waiting for you.
Don’t be sorry. Stand up and move.
Beg God for His presence around
You. When Work, fight and persistence abound
That will be heavens in you.
A protector Spirit
Note: We let go mistakes of poetry in favor of the idea.
