The hardest part of our work,
On this Mortal Coil,
Is the waiting.

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We are called to the Great Work, and we have accepted our place in it, we have taken our positions and have been prompt in our movements
And we are ready to accept what
Heaven
Has offered us.

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I think now about,
Of all things,
Black Licorice.
And how, with the good kind,
The hard kind
The salted kind
You must place it on your tongue
And
Wait.

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It’ll taste like poison at first.
And then the flavors are made clear to you with patience.

There are those who will be among us who will act with impatience
And, through arrogance, attempt to throw a wrench into the mechanism of The Great Work.
And there are those who intend to throw those wrenches
And if they are among us, let them know this
If it is our place in the Great Work to wait,
Then we will wait.
And our enemies impatience will be their downfall.

Our long work has just began
But all the glory of Heaven begins its lightest dancing on our tongues.