XVIII

Charge.
Charge like the knight atop his horse,
the lance pointed at the heart of the Beloved.
Charge toward your annihilation, toward your absolution, toward your final union.
This is your wedding, your merging with the light you are intrinsically promised.
Recite the words imprinted upon you in blood,
recite for the blessing of a promised death.
Recite the words you were sworn into by the grace of birth, this is not a choice.
You are called by this provision of favor, to return,
called to be dissolved by the flame.
To close the gap of separation, to get as close as possible,
to push as far as one can.
Strive without compromise. Clench the lance.  
Now... charge.