A Special Joy
And now, My Son, your fondest pair below enjoy,
The firstlings of the human race.
Sport with them.
Honor them.
In our image they exult.
In the realm up here,
A share as they look down assign your fellows.
With your fondest ones and with their offspring
Promised by myself, serve wisely,
Play gently, and the bounds do not exceed.
Along the pattern in their eye trace routs for them
But do not touch the good and bad.
The good and bad belongs to Me.
And of your retirement, of sorts,
My Son, my Master Worker Emeritus,
Enjoy.
Complete is the Day of Creation.
Opens now the sacred Day of Yah.
Rich is the gift gave I.
The gift you have returned
Pads pleasing in My Soul.
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