The Harvest Already Reaped

The sickle has already swung in etheric light—

The harvest of the ripe was gathered in the night

Before the tribulation’s thunder rolled across the land.

Christ stood upon the cloud with crown in hand

And reaped the souls who, in the Consciousness Soul age,

Had turned their fear to love upon the inner stage.

They who transformed their thinking into Moral Imagination,

Their feeling into Inspiration’s sacred fire,

Their willing into Intuition’s gentle power—

These were the ones made ready for the hour.

Not waiting for some future trumpet’s call,

They heard the still, small voice and gave their all

To grapple with the luciferic, ahrimanic, asuric night

And redeem the fallen beings with Christ’s own light.

The good seed carried through the pruning and the flood

Now rests within the granary of love and blood—

The blood of Christ that flows in etheric streams,

Nourishing the ones who woke from material dreams.

The harvest is complete; the tribulation now must cleanse

The field for those who chose to sleep instead of sense

The nearness of the Second Coming in the living air.

But for the ripe, the victory is already there.

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