The Valley of Peace
Awake! Awake O! Daughter of Zion.
Arise and shine O! Fair Damsel of the valleys
Put on your robe of smile with warmth. Dress up in the royal tunic of mirth
Say onto the mirror, ‘you are blessed’. And to your shadow, ‘I am a jewel’
Speak softly to your heart, the words of comfort. And to your spirit, the words of victory.
Seek out from among men, they of high virtue. And surround yourself with the armour of grace
Say to the foothills of the Himalayas, ‘defend my honor’. Whisper to the cool meadow springs, ‘flow on in peace’
There are three things that will capture your gaze. Four that will make your heart leap for joy.
One is for trust unfeigned in the Living God. Two is for an open mind and unblemished thoughts
Three is for an upright friend of high integrity. Four is to give as you hope to receive
In the heat of the race for life, some tenderness, some joy, verbalis nobili.
Lift up your head O! Beautiful clay of the mountains. Look no more for the assuaging of the fathers
But stand your ground and dance to the rhythm of your heart.
Say to the foothills of Zion and to the brooks of the valleys, ‘I am one with you”
The race is to the brave and victory to the noble-hearted. The crown is to the enduring: for judgment attends the experience
Stretch, you must, the scepter of life, drink deep, won’t you, from the fountains of the good.
Listen out for the call of the loved ones and learn again to tell the manifest differing clamors
Hasten not to the abandonment of life nor embrace the bitterness therein
Alas, O! Ransomed Daughter of the Fall, there’s always the Gethsamane gardens and the transfigurations thereof.
The bread of the children and the crumbs under the table.
The faith at His coming, strong as ever before.
For in the midst of the challenges of the times,
His mercies ever flow!!
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