Notes and Trumpets

Men wrote notes veiled by clouds,
images of deeds out of false faith.
Blown by the winds of ignorance
each vain dusts back to the ground.

Turn then to your priests and ask,
taste sweetest are these Statutes,
learned in an opportune moment
and weighed by the signs of times.

The trumpet of compassion blown,
A Godly battle cry of love without alloy,
breaks the evil spirit founded walls,
destroys all human imaginations.

A Holy sound resonates uninterrupted,
A shout by the double-edged sword,
of one faith, charity and compassion.
Come hopeless souls, hear The Lord!