Not yet...

To the impassioned land bound upon the most
Their ears filled with the beautiful cadence

To the lusty lads steeped in the grimed track

Their hearts bursting with the mighty roar

To the moments that press and seethe wantonly

For their release, their blessed release

Not yet! The time comes, but not yet.

For the power, the mystery falls upon itself strong

The sticks that form the iron hard bundle

And the threads that are flailing come together again

Into rope and cloth and holy sacrament

The energy contained is the energy multiplied

And the force that cracks the world open again.

And into the breach you step in your wander

To live, truly live, in your grandess.

Stripped bare of pretension, of hollow artifice

You are red and you breathe and you do.

So not yet, lest the power once more fade away

And you be left with the slow glowing coals

Of a blaze that might have been, had you been

All the greater, as you waited within.