The sky is scarlet or a color i cant describethe earth is furrowedwaiting for seedall the spirits embodiedin white robesstand upon the fertile earthall face the sunthe light envelopesbathing the alcolytesin glorious knowledgethese are the oneswho have tilled the earthwho have toilednow reap the harvestare you counted as onewhat have you doneto sit now at the tableand feastdo not miss the calldo not let your fearkeep you from the onething that will redeem you "This is based on a vision i had in the spring of 'oo "