Among the Ruins

Here we stand, at the shattered remains

of a beautiful, ordered world that once was

For when severed from the well-spring that breathes

life into a people... a nation...

And they whose thirst is slaked by the mirage of the modern world

cause the well itself to run dry

But only then will those with a true thirst,

a hunger for knowledge of a higher kind

Whose arms outstretch to the sky above,

and do not claw the earth below

Those who seek mysteries in higher realms will

breathe life into the well that once lay dormant

And rivers will gush forth, a spiritual wave,

whose ripples will be felt forward and backward in time

And its waves will lap against new shores,

and a people will once again gather,

to create new horizons, build new kingdoms,

forge new nations, from among the ruins of a lost world