Macedonia

The Hierarchy holds the piece
Which will complete, in time,
A puzzle mighty which is cast
Upon the land of endless rhyme.

And when the day does come ahead,
When all will be revealed,
Rising from the depths below
Will be a truth concealed.

And locked away awaiting
A breath of air again,
To give of will-to-good at last,
So we can then refrain

From living in a world thus dark,
Of love of self, to see,
A wider view encompassing
The all we are to be.