Poem ‘Agnya’ by Stephen Taylor, Australia from the 1989-1100 The Divine Cool Breeze (U.S.A.), Volume 3, Issue 11, Page 19

Our Father, which art in heaven,
May Thy Son be the leaven of
Our souls, to make them rise
In glory and aflame.
So truly hallowed be Thy name.
For we, Thy journeying children
Feel as one and long to see
Thy kingdom come.
We know the battle must be fought:
And at what price has Jesus
Bought our freedom to become.
We cannot shirk the task ahead -
We can but say as Jesus said;
"Father, Thy will be done!"
For here on earth with chakras
Seven; so must we be as 'tis in heaven,
And sallying forth - uplifted head,
We care not for our daily bread:
For just as He, a babe, was fed,
So too His Mother fondly said
To all your children here on earth;
Each one that tries to prove his worth;
That long before his battle wins,
Will lovingly forgive our sins;
Provided we likewise repay,
Those who aggress us on the way.
So lead us from temptation's lair
And guide us through that evil snare
Of Satan's make; that is so hard
For us to spy: and once ensnared
To break! Dear Father, all
Is Thine we know; the power & the glory
So - even as the lamb was slain,
We humbly beg to rise again:
To claim our own divinity;
In penitence to journey home;
To glory in Thy kingdom come
And live there till infinity!