Paracletus!

All songs below copyright Harry Langen, 2010, Vancouver

ACT ONE
SONG ONE

BE SO MEAN
-SETH

(overture)


What's the matter with this scene?
How do I get off this runaway train?
I've seen enough! I've had my fill!
Take back my ticket! Too much pain!
I want off this train! Off this train!

You're the one who makes this place!
Get on down here! Show your face!
Take a look around. Like what you see?
Countless children, helpless and needy.

Have a good look, you S.O.B.
All of your making, everything you see.

A sweet, oh sweet, dear dear lady;
No luck! No luck for the bag lady!

Come on down you S.O.B.
Let's see if you like what you see!

(dance interlude)

You're the matter with this scene!
You're the master of this scene!

Get on down here, I gotta know
How could you be so mean?
How could you be so mean?
Be so mean?


ACT ONE
SONG TWO

MY MELANCHOLY PHRASE
-RIVERGOD


Silence! Burn my ears no more!

Who be you? Who pray tell are you? (-Seth)

I am. I am here of the will of the waterfall.
I am the Lord of the fountains, the Rivergod.
You Seth have awakened me.
Now what is it you will have of me?

Look! Look! Take a look at this scene!
How could h be so mean, how could he be so mean? -Seth

Yes I see. Oh I see and wonder I, do I:
Why man, why?
Isn't it nearly beyond belief?
How can he expect from Him relief?

He's the matter with this scene!
He's the master of this scene! -Seth

Hark! Yes man grieves.
Darker and darker into the house goes he;
By his own hand does he chart his destiny.
Step by step, beat by beat goes the craze;
And onward I sing my melancholy phrase
As though to walk with head bent and eyes aglaze.

I read the mother's grief on every page
And hear the children hoping happy stories untold;
As i sweep by grandly the burial place of the sage
And into his arms my tears I fold.

Wonder little do I
Except, why man why?

I see white birds in a blue sky and watch the deerskins fade,
And in my body the silver beasts they wade;
But then on a moonless night, I hear this man a'scurry
A gritty thing in such a hurry
To relieve himself of the horror he has made.

Yes, man is of life, the immortal soul;
And yes he may be deified;
But as long as he lives like a bat in a hole
He'll take to his breast a witless bride.

But some day soon, some day soon
The white birds will flock and shout
Love is King, hope and power;
On mountains here and there about
Oh hear the wise birds sing!
Calling his name on every hour
And watch the bees a'swarm and put it on every flower!

Love will easily await its hour
Like me, I roll and wait, wait for its hour
Oh hear the wise birds sing,
Love is King, hope and power.



ACT ONE
SONG THREE

MY HEAVY YOUNG HEART
-SETH


Then send this love along
For my heavy young heart;
Send this hope and power on wings this holy hour.
My legs they weary and the roads are long.

Be sure the white birds they speed
And the bees to whisper this name to me
That I may laugh loud again and heed
The silvery side of leaf flutter the tree.

Let us roll while we wait together
Past a golden field where violets and heather
Colour the ground about and scampering squirrels
Make nature promise a better weather.

Bring this tumbling canopy closer
So there I can see these eyes of God, blue or green;
And hear the secret hymns of a caller
Who will tell me more, here about this scene.

So rush this love along
For my heavy young heart;
Speed this hopeful power on mighty wings this hour,
My legs they weary and the roads are long.

And even then, wild Rivergod,
My ears may hear the songs of Vishnu
My lips taste the milk and honey
But what of the child gone by the morning dew?

Even then great fountain and singer of sweet melodies
What then do we tell our little ones
Who ask and crave to know life's mysteries
When we ourselves seem the guilty ones?

What of them, mighty one?

So send me hope
And rush this love along
For then my heavy young heart to cope.



ACT ONE
SONG FOUR

UNDER THE RAINBOWS
-RIVERGOD


Be still good lad, take heart.
You see dear fellow, I too have watched
But for thousands of years and millions of moons
After some eons you mellow.

Under the shimmering rainbows flow I
To hear the ceaseless wind
And the secrets of the swaying treetops.
Flowing 'neath the misty galaxies find me lie.

I hear the calls which haunt me at midnight
Calling from beneath my belly.
They are the damned asking again for the right
To participate, crackle with light and end their folly.

For me I roll, roll while I wait do I;
Await the hour when comes the prince
To call for hope and the power
Call to the side and above that hour...

Love is King! Love is King!

The wise voices are few;
Rose petal-bearing winds can obscure.
Count them on one hand those true
Whose pinkish tongues sing so pure.

But then, see wily nature persevere
And in all of the white heat and blast,
Nonetheless or more you may hear
His voice so perfect bringing in the last.

Under the shimmering rainbows flow I;
To hear the ceaseless wind
And the secrets of the swaying treetops.
Flowing 'neath the misty galaxies find me lie.

So you see dear fellow,
I too have watched
But for thousands of years and millions of moons
After some eons you mellow.




ACT ONE
SONG FIVE

I AM BUT A BOY
- SETH



I hear your words, rolling rivergod
And do truly take them to heart
But what can I do? What can I do?
I am but a boy. Who will listen to but a boy?

The buildings are high and the banks are mighty,
The temples strange-coloured
And the priests are funny;
The hordes of the armies nine hundred and ninety!
Their knives taste red-blood, ne'er honey.

The noise of the pretender is loud
And the clamour makes them kingly;
Find a man in them true proud
Would indeed be a deed far-reaching.

Who will bend their ear
To a lad so menial as me?
The weight of their black purse, silky and dear,
Is even then greater than all of the kilos in me.

Will you send me the height?
Instruct your birds to pull me thither
That all the king's men will of a thought whither
At the sight of this Seth much bigger in might?

Shall I huff and I puff and blow down the house?
Shall I rattle my sword and swing it on high?
Breathe on them blue-burning fire, ne'er a douse?
Shall I then, Rivergod, alone myself,
Turn this world upside nigh?

I hear your goodly words oh God of streams
And do truly take them to heart;
But what can I do, what can I do?
I am but a boy. I am but a boy.
Who will listen to but a boy?




ACT ONE
SONG SIX

RIPPLES AT MOONLIGHT
-RIVERGOD



Let there be tens of thousands of golden temples
Reaching to the heavens all about my skirts;
And arches of emerald and sapphire spanning my girth,
And fleets of vessels of finest woods
And brightest brass upon my body,

And all of this together Seth, would not match
The elegance and the beauty, the wealth and the dignity
Of one of my ripples at moonlight!

For without heeding the god of nature,
Father God and Mother earth;
The soul of man is a passing blur
And his words are naught but echoes,
echoes in the dark.

Remember Seth: Man was meant to enjoy;
All things in nature mingle for naught but his edification
Love is king and will prevail!
As it is the very stuff of creation.
And so see this now and be not afraid boy!
See this now and be not afraid boy!

Look deep, deep into your soul
And therein and about
Find the stuff of which you need
To build anew and plant the seed.

There! There is a way! There in your soul
To pull even a flower from a wretched hole!
Love! Love is the lighted sword held highly
Illuminating the way to sweetest victory.

Come to my side, the riverside.
Come to your friend who has the might!
When your soul is weary and your heart is heavy
And I'll show you one of my ripples at moonlight.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Not even tens of thousands of temples!
(sounds of sighing and burbling)



ACT ONE
SONG SEVEN

I HEAR AND LIVE
-SETH


Now I see! Now I do! I see indeed!
Even in me is a light so glowing great
I'll find the way though narrow and straight!
That the pierced red body of love no longer bleed.
I see indeed!

You, rolling God of the river;
You Lord of the streams and gusher of fountains;
I thank thee your waterfalls,
For unstopping mine ears and finishing my fears.

Your white birds are true and fast
Your bees sting me alive!
In your voice I find refuge, your words are mine hope.
I'll write the name of power across every field,
upon every flower
Love is King and I, I Seth his prince!

I hear as though drinking your wine!
My heart is lighted joy like speeding stars!
My feet will stand rooted, my will of thine!
Now these eyes can see through the mists of eons;
My voice unwilting, make clear the way of men!

Mighty feeder of oceans, I hear and live!
What invisible wings your truth does bear!
A great and mighty wave has cascaded into my soul
And now and forevermore my deeds
Will tremble the seekers of smooth beads
and upset! upset the iniquitous!

I am Seth! The bringer of good cheer!
I am Seth! The slayer of lies!
I am Seth! A man of lasting wealth
for I have the faith of the Rivergod!
The assurance of endless galaxies, their misty white selves
Dance in the night rejoicing wise!

My walk now a concert with life,
Every muscle and limb a light cadence;
And fill the hollows now I sing with syllables, tuneful issues
Of a spirit of peace unending!

I am Seth of the bountiful one, friend forever to the Rivergod!
Roll! Roll, but wait no longer!
Seth will say and say again your story
And be sure to the God of streams goes the glory!

I hear and live! I hear and live!
Bolder now I shoot to the world!
May even turn it upside nigh!
Never again to ask, "Why man, why?"




ACT ONE
SONG EIGHT

MY STREAM OF THINGS
- RIVERGOD



Oh my joy, that's a good boy,
Make room for one more!
Swing those designer gates wide!
Here's hoping they'll line the corridor!

Like drops of due adorning
Those princely little petals
On those special spring mornings
Each one like Seth is precious!

Now he'll have a better life,
Standing upright, eyes ahead;
A good catch he'll make some wife
By his old times, many men he'll have led.

Daughter Paris will be pleased.
And come to think of her lovely way
It's time to go home now;
My duty's done today.

It was all in my stream of things.
And with thanks to the hopeful wings
I roll along now;
Roll, roll, roll while I wait.


END OF ACT ONE






ACT TWO
SONG ONE

THIS HOUSE OF MYSTERY
- SETH


I see chocolate clocks and dancing clouds,
Check out the leaky green goblets!
Behold the beasties and brassy boatbells;
Pale oceans of milk and turquoise seashells!

Open windows to strange dimensions
And the walls are like breathing.
What place is this beyond mention?
Mine eyes and senses must be leaving!

I hear archangels whispering;
Was that a Michael or a Gabrielle?
What is this house of mystery;
What place is this, pray tell?

I heard an old man tittering,
Something grand and here lovely;
And look at these little tubes burbling!
Could this be a kind of chemistry?

Was that a host of saints marching?
Martyrs and men and seraphim?
And a young lady sweetly singing,
In this house house I don't recognize anything!

What is this house of mystery?
What place is this pray tell?
Martrys, men, Michael and Gabrielle!
What place is this pray tell?


ACT TWO
SONG TWO

WHAT FUN TO MAKE
- PARACLETUS


Oh good! It's time for me to make!
And what today do I choose to create?
Oh what fun!

I can make funny faces and horseback races!
Basketcases and DNA traces!
(And how bout some romantic places?)
Buffaloes or tippy toes, haloes and halapenos!
Sitting ducks, little bucks and baby chicken clucks!

Butterflies, little lady thighs,
The occasional burgundy sunrise!
The oven hot and the yeast to rise
And someday soon, I'll make young men wise. Ha!

I can make oceans roar and mountains pop!
And the whole planet shiver and shake!
Or today I'll settle for a red-breasted warbler
in an evergreen top.
(Or send Jupiter an afternoon quake!)

I'll invent a new chemistry,
Colours of a sort never seen before!
Just because, you see, it please me.
Or even better, something for Paris - whom I adore.

I'll make bigger lions roar louder, even louder!
And elephants charge even faster!
And turn up the volume on children's laughter!
Don't eat the turnips. Take a powder!

But just as Paris said I would,
I'll make something good.

Perhaps copper plates or Platos
A different kind of mathematics
So two and two make something like... eight 0's!
Rolling bones and magic tricks, who knows?

Another Eve for Adam
Or Helen of Purgatroy.
Some more Cleopatras, you know I can!
What fun making mudpies like a boy!

What fun to make!
And what today do I choose to create?
God isn't this fun?
Why yes, by God it is!

Ha ha!



ACT TWO
SONG THREE

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
- PARIS




Oh God, it's so great to be
So full of joy I'm ablaze!
Oh God, it's so good to be
Home, home for the holidays!

I know these halls.
I can smell the walls!
Memories of loving things come a'pace;
Everything I can find its place.

It's all familiar music to me!
How easily I feel to dance!
Such music of intimacy;
About this home, ne'er a mean glance.

Alive! Alive! I am here!
I know where everything is!
The easiest home in the world to celebrate!
How pleasant to come home to rejuvenate!

The silent light is brightest here!
It swings about mine eyes!
I'm home next to Papa dear,
A loving and lovely man so great and gentlewise.

Oh God it's so great to be
So full of joy I'm ablaze!
Oh God it's so good to be
Home, home for the holidays!



ACT TWO
SONG FOUR

AND WHAT OF IT?
-THUSIAST

Hey Para! Whaddaya doin' down thera?

Now Thusiast, can't you see?
I'm busy having some fun with my chemistries. - Paracletus

Later for that boss man.
We've got some serious stuff to work out!
Everything's going to hell in a basketcase
Do you know what they're saying about?
Against the whole shaboom they're making a case!

Well now what is it? What is it now? - Paracletus

What it is? What it is?
They're saying it's all an accident!
Could it be and what of it?
Everything just burbled up and poof! A planet!
Life just jiggles and wiggles and look! A plum pit.

Hey Para, come on!
You gotta lower da boom!
We got too many agnostics and weird societies,
They're just not jivin' your geometries!

And now to agitate even more
We've got a whole new line of mystics
Who chant and hum and tell us to adore
Some spooky combination of China sticks!

Paracletus! I'm talkin' to ya man!
Atheists and existentialists,
Eighth Day Adventists and Satanists
They're all gettin' downright outta line!

And who do da voodoo?
They got baby dolls and pins
And they dance in a trance
Creatin' all manner of oddball dins!

Immoralists and Sophists,
Preachers in the bleachers!
Druids and Doubting Thomases!
We need some Righteous Teachers!

The world is goin' to hell in a basketcase
And you're playin' with your chemistries!
Send down your shining, pretty little face!
Show 'em some of your majesty!

Somebody's kicked it open,
That Pandora's box
Git your butt out there a ropin'
And put the Jack back in the Box!


SONG FIVE

ACCIDENT?
-Paracletus


An accident?
All of this an accident?
Are we on the same planet?
You know the one where trees grow on it.

An accident?
A million and one and the queen bee
All a humbubbling just so
Every little boy gets his honey.

Are the birds all awry
Doing a V instead of a Y?
Is the sun maybe losing track
Going sideways back and back?

An accident?
Even the oceans sing a different tune
When just comes up our sister moon
All of this, of course, anyone can do!

All those mouthpieces aren't even close
When this they suggest is happenstance!
For me this is just intolerable!
Nothing here at all by chance!

Don't they spy all that wonder I enhance?
There in the sky is my living stamp.
Well maybe they can make the peacocks prance
And I'll go my way for a jig and a dance!

Nothing is holus bolus!
Every little leaf has its place.
I don't make just hocus pocus.
Little ones know where is my trace.

Maybe I'll just get down and dirty
Hellbent and bent for hell
Maybe then they'll see
A dash of this and some infinity.

An accident?
A million and three and the queen bee
All a humbubbling just so
Every little girl gets her honey.


ACT TWO
SONG SIX

MY FATHER'S HOUSE
-Paris


Is this not the place to which heroes aspire?
The reason for those poetic verses
The best of the best my father inspires
Here they come to build glorious universes!

This is the source of laughter
And the reason for being
Why children act silly and play
And fuzzy-faced old grampies pray.

This is the fact of the charitable act
Where all the good spirits congregate
And ne'er a one does agitate
And another good spirit do we create!

Here there are times within times
And every one gets their chance
And each one of them speak in thanksgiving rhymes
Because they live with my father,
his grand old eminence.

All these living souls are alive as a melody
From all tiresome burdens they are finally free
So often here they speak as though in rhapsody
Here in my father's house, this house of felicity!

Lest we forget, we have wonders to work
Strike up the band, 106 trombones!
Wear the colours of splashing rainbows!
Spread our wings o'er all the earthly thrones!

Because we do indeed have our work cut out
But's in all in a lovely stream of things;
A child will know what it's all about.
Sending love to all the earthly kings!

This is the fact of the charitable act
Where all good spirits congregate
And ne'er a one does agitate
A host of spirits do we create!


ACT TWO
SONG SEVEN

ISN'T LIFE STRANGE?
-Seth


I don't know why but I do
I feel this is where it all makes sense
I don't know why but I do
Feel I've hit upon just the right circumstance!

Hereabouts there is a grand sense of purpose
Where friendships might deepen and true loyalties surface.
But wherefore is the answer which explains my presence?
From what sleep must I arise to join this essence?

Isn't life strange?As soon as you think you know,
Zap! Something somewhere opens another door
Through which of course curiously we go
Wondering again whatever the reason for.

And everyone in this strangest place of all
Is having the most interesting of times
Here they sing their thoughts and everyone rhymes.
And so do I and I don't know why,
or from whence my lines.

Only once before
When a boy by the riverside,
Did I find myself exalted and more
Putting my words into rhythms and rhymes.

Have I been here before
This house of mystery
Perhaps in a lighthearted dream or an epic no less
Where all the good guys claim a victory
And damsels are rescued from awful distress.

See there I go and easily again
I'm rhyming quite naturally
And without even the slightest thought or pain
I'm making songs in a house of revelry.

I stll know days and still see twilights,
But why is it so that I walk in a daze?

I don't know why but I do
Feel this is where it all makes sense.
I don't know why but I do
Feel I've hit upon just the right circumstance!

END OF ACT TWO


ACT THREE
SONG ONE

HEAVY TRAFFIC
-Thusiast



Hey Para!
You better have a look!
Oh boy, oh man, oh boy!
We've got real trouble down under thera!
In Station 142 of Purgatroya!

There's a gang of funny-lookin' folk
Goin' round and round by the outward gate
And one helluva mess do they create!
No one, not a soul can escape!

To all this chaos a brethren of contributors
Overworking a special brand of bafflegab
Between these gray barristers and solicitors
Nothing's gettin' through, Not even a jab!

They're right there in front of the gate
Not a soul, no one can escape
Dressed in black robes, holding court
Wearing white wigs, everybody's agape!

And worse yet, and then some,
Another gang most worrisome!
Passing paper ever back and back
A notorious clutch of bureaucrats.

There's trouble in Purgatroy,
Oh man, oh girl, oh boy!
Up and down, round and round, the outward gate,
Get a move on down, don't be late!

We need your perfect little touch
Break em all out a bit much;
And perchance the way will clear
For the escape of those souls most dear.

You better have a look!
Oh boy, oh boy,
We've got real trouble down under
Station 142 of Purgatroy!

Gonna need a real kick of your divine thunder!

How in heaven did they get paper in Purgatroya? - Para


ACT THREE
SONG TWO

ENOUGH TO WEEP
-Paris
(in progress)


ACT THREE
SONG THREE

A NEW DIMENSION
-Thusiast


Hey Paris!
Get a load of this!
There's a new dimension in the makin'
I saw it out theris!

Nine rainbows a crisscrossin'
Over giant red and ragged mountains!
Leaning against a multicoloured
Bigger firmamenta!

Soft colours of pastel greens,
yellows and coppers and indigos
Reflected in those oceans which were three;
All there licking my feet, each at a different angle and hue.
One was milky, one was purple and one was blue.

And I heard the singing of a choir
Like our very own angels,
Except voices like little sires
And their sound was alike a'laughing.

Little critters amid my feet
Skidaddled and tickled my lovely little toes
And a little like chirping they did.
Like chirping they did!

And from behind me came a scent
Of something like magnolias
Carried on a wind heavensent;
And my dear Paris it lifted me right up
And on like wings bigger than mine I humbly mention
I travelled above this spectacular new dimension!

Where the loveliest of strangers' thoughts
Made a kind of sweetheart's waltz.
And the yellow trees, every one of them danced!
But ne'er, ne'er did I see, any inhabitants!

And why, when I landed, something warm and fuzzy
Reached out and by jolly
Cuddled every little black bit of me!
Black bit of me!

Oh Paris! You must see
A new world coming into be!
We must abound and find out how and find out who
All of this makes go round!

Three moons up and down
And a serpent in the sky winked at me!
We must find out who sang those songs
Who fuzzied my feelings and tickled my toes

And why the word Blesseth the wind whispered to me!


ACT THREE
SONG FOUR

MY EMPTY HOUSE
-Instrumental


ACT THREE
SONG FIVE

10,000 YEARS
-Paracletus


How silent my house.
I hear not my name.
Daughter Paris and Thusiast are off and about;
I wonder if Thusiast is to blame?

It is too often I wait.
So faithfully they can be late.
All my children seem to be losing sight
Of dear papa in his house of late.

What was it I wonder?
Not enough of the burgundy sunlight?
Was it too loud I made the thunder?
Was it one of my ripples at moonlight?

I made the lions roar louder, yes louder!
And elephants indeed charge even faster!
I turned up the volume on children's laughter
I said Don't eat the turnips, take a powder!

I gave Adam another Eve
And a dozen or so Cleopatras
And another Helen for Troy
What am I, What am I to believe?

I made the butterflies and little lady thighs
But could it be I was late
Making the young men wise.
Wonder, wonder do I. Why man, why?

What have I your Daddy done so awry?

10,000 years I am confrounded
Alone and not hearing my name;
By not one child am I surrounded.
Alone I sit not hearing my name.

Have I not been adequately dramatic?
Countless warblers in treetops ad infinitum.
Is this not enough to make at least one little girl ecstatic?
I sit alone for 10,000 years, ho-hum ho-hum.

Shall I exact proper vengeance?
And send down frightening firmaments?
And scare the hell out of my offspring?
Or sit here agonize, wondering...

What have I your daddy done so awry?
What have I your daddy done so awry?

10,000 years I am confounded,
Alone and not hearing my name;
By not one child am I surrounded!
Alone I sit, not hearing my name.


ACT THREE
SONG SIX

AND WHO BE YOU?
-Seth


Well now then I must know!
Who be you?
The Lord of this house
Your heartstrings so askew.

I cannot wait any longer
Your soul's lament is a crushing refrain;
What can I say or do
That I may satisfy its hunger?

I am Seth the Mighty!
Dear to the Lord of Streams
A slayer of iniquity.
A Leader of men and friend to Liberty!


To Seth I ask you to speak!
To Seth I ask you to speak!


ACT THREE
SONG SEVEN

I AM
-Paracletus


I am the last song and the first word;
The spirit of your dance and your richest elation.
Across each soar the blue-breasted birds
All of my which are of my creation.

I am the secret equation
The cuddle, hug and cradle;
Your babies very first steps
And the elders' successful collaboration.

I am the scent of the hardwood fireplace
After a day of chilly toil;
Your first glimpse of a young lady's grace
And the distant sound a seashell makes.

I am the anticipation of the ten happy brides
And the designs of the heavens at night.
Their wheels turning and their clocks ticking
Marking the arrival of the day's last light.

My windy words sprinkle seeds.
I am the success of continuity;
The debt paid and the Sunday ease.
The illusion and the shocking reality.

Find me in the unmanifest
Who asks your faith.
I am the correct decision,
Who is the poem which you may envision.

I am the one you will see at the last of times
When it is clear there is not time; there never was.
And I adorn myself in tumbling white clouds,
There about my throat strings of yellow topaz
and green sapphires.

Then there will be four horses to pull my golden carriage
Each one of my steeds will be draped in
finely woven silks;
For it is I who am wealth
And they knowing me then will not be a'tremble.

But my precious planet groans under the weight
Of the infected blanket man in his self-driven fate
Has cast over the delicate face
Of even my daughter earth.

Too long she suffers!
The day is nigh when I perfection, even I
Will strike again the balance
Whence the evil-tongued and deceitful
Shall speed in terror to their demise!

Their very souls I will allow to finish.
The souls of a thousand generations
To which all, I, Paracletus the Intercedor,
Shall turn a blind eye.

Even that portion of my body
I will rip out, and conclude!
Cast out! Cast out!
For better them than all of me.

And even then further do I actually consider
A new altogether thing.
My very own, my very own
Self-extinction!

By neglect I am moved to snuff out my last candles.
All of them.
And let us all see thereafter
What this massive neglect has proved.

Darkness. Coldness. Emptiness. Lifelessness.
Welcome to the nightmare you court.
Your faithless consort - hopelessness.
Shall I, I wonder, explore this, this last resort?

My own children
For love they cannot be trusted.
It is to be disgusted. Disgusted.
Shall I, I wonder, explore my very own self-extinction.


ACT THREE
SONG EIGHT

FRIGHTEN ME NOT!
-Seth


Frighten me not!
You confuse my mind!
Who are you?
And where am I?

Only the Rivergod
Has spoken to me such
Three score years and ten ago!
How dare like him you speak so much!

In me is the faith of the rolling god
Who allows by his side
That I may be enlivened, invigorated;
And many times his name I've cried.

But you! You sing as though you are what?
Of him, my friend the Rivergod?
Tell me it and now and frighten me not
How is it you sound like the Rivergod?


ACT THREE
SONG NINE

I AM PARACLETUS
-Paracletus


I am the language of Eden rediscovered;
The scrolls of the Kings of Peace uncovered.
I am the father with his personality
Usually keen and full of manly Papa pleasantries.

I am the example of goodness,
The rewards of righteousness;
The balance in your excellent gait
And the fire of a week of day's brightness.

I am enthusiasm
The father of Thusiast.
To the bafflers I am the wherefore and the whereas
But moreso I am the King of Spring in Paris.

I am the stuff of your mind which is orderly
And the pleasure you feel in your generosity.
I am the knowledge in which a man may abide
And the child so precious kibitzing wild.

In my breast is my empathy for the wayfarers,
Across my face are rivers of compassion;
Even the misguided have my sympathy,
You see, I love you all with an unyielding passion.

I build and structure, let loose and align
A spirit of freedom so fine
That wildly our joys may become deep,
Deeply coloured realities.

The source of the fountains am I!
The gusher of streams;
I am you see, the Rivergod, even he,
Who cuts a new path across the heaviest of mountains
leaning on my sky.

I am Paracletus!
Creator of the divine spirit!
Of which your heart is mold;
In my hands your life-breath I hold.

I am Paracletus, Lord God, designer of the cosmos,
And alone I am, the glorious throne vacant now;
You see, Seth, you may be the last drop of dew
on my very last flower.
After me, who will replenish the hour?

I am Paracletus, finisher of the cosmos!


ACT THREE
SONG TEN

THANKFUL TO THEE
-Seth

You! You're my precious!
Now it's making sense, Lord sublime!
You taught me about my soul!
From whence I pulled a flower from a wretched hole!

It is you then who bleeds!
Your pierced red body of love.
In my life many men I have led
On the white wings of love we sped...

To put your name on every flower
And o'er every earthly throne!

I am thankful to thee,
You taught me a marvellous mystery!
That the whole world had hope
Even through me!

I found there in my soul deep
A cherished flame ever-burning in a sacred hollow
Which, by your grace, fuels a man's hope.
And evermore after, I knew of its place
Where then I might visit and take refuge in you
And hear your everlasting songs anew!

You are King! You are Love!
You are Lord of skies above!
For the rolling Rivergod who will wait no longer
Give me father, the mightiness
To swing the world upside nigh,
That at last your gentlewise face will bring
To their knees even the iniquitous!

What do you need of me?
Let me give up my soul to the cause!
Take now my heart and soul and throw them into the fray!
For your will be done, oh agonizing father.
Slay the slayer if need be.
I am yours. Send my soul, for you, away!


ACT THREE
SONG ELEVEN

WELLSPRING OF MY HEART
-Paracletus


Oh Seth, rise my son,
As even all of my spirits rise.
They rise in celebration of you my boy.
You are now this moment
the very wellspring of my heart.

To all my worlds I shall apprise
Each angel, every seraphim, and guardians most wise
Of you mighty Seth; and this hour will be
Known by them for eternity
As the genesis, the reason for being of a new age.
The Age of Seth, the God of Courage
My son dearest who has lifted me
And even all of my firmaments.

On each of all of my planets
Where yet my children exist
The skies will broaden this day;
And evermore now a new colour
By my hand spent in the array.

A new colour and even so a new dimension
Known hence and evermore as Blesseth.

You, this hour in eternity,
Have become my reason to be
Another ten thousand years.
Your words daring akin my heartbeat.

Live Lord seth at my right side!
And ever by my ear.
Let me sense your holy breath;
As I will consume its hopefulness
And be then even more empowered.

I thank thee Lord Seth
And send my birds to pull you thither
That you may see and enjoy
This new colour in a wider sky.

This hue and home of Blesseth
Is now by me flowered!


ACT THREE
SONG TWELVE

WHITE WINGS
NEWLY ENDOWED I SEE
-Lord Seth


For you, my precious,
I will carry to the community of man
Your sacred and revivifying council
As I am stronger now.
And I thank Thee,

White wings newly endowed I see.
White wings newly endowed I see.

Evermore I will speed your word
Sing it and script it across every domain
That at last your kingdom will prevail!

And on the sweet lips of every child
Will be found with reverence your name.

As I am stronger now And I thank thee

White wings newly endowed I see.
White wings newly endowed I see.


ACT THREE
SONG THIRTEEN

HEAR AND LIVE! HEAR AND LIVE!
-ensemble-


We are the Kings of spring in Paris!
Sparkling meadows find there us!
The hope of every child we drive!
Look out! Regardez! Our bees will sting you alive!

Our white birds are true and fast.
In their song the words everlast!
In your ears we will ring! Ring! Ring!
Love is king! Love is king, king, kimg!

Hear us now as drinking our wine!
Now shall your eyes see through the mists of eons
Your voices unwilting, your wisdom dear
Make clear the way of men! Make clear!

We hear and live! Hear and live!
Hear, hear, hear and live!
You have the assurance of endless galaxies;
Hear their cries! Their misty white selves
Dance in the night rejoicing wise!

For now you have our voices in unison!
Paris! Thusiast! Your father and his mighty son!
Who step now in concert. Fill the hollows here we sing
With syllables, tuneful issues
of a spirit of peace unending!

We are the Queens of spring in Hera!
The pillars of the Parthenon find thera!
The hope of every child we drive!
Look out! Regardez! Our bees will sting you alive!

Be, be, be of the bountiful!
Love, love by God is king! Love is king!
Love is king, by God, love is king!

Father!
Son?
I love you father!
I love you son!

Alive! Alive! I hear and live!
Sing! Sing! Sing!
Love is king! King! King!


THE END