In the gathering economic crisis I am reminded of the words of W.B. Yeats in “The Second Coming” that
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…”
Yeats also looked forward with trepidation to an ironic “Second Coming” asking in the final lines of the poem-
“what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
“The Divine Springtime is come, O Most Exalted Pen, for the Festival of the All-Merciful is fast approaching. Bestir thyself, and magnify, before the entire creation, the name of God, and celebrate His praise, in such wise that all created things may be regenerated and made new. Speak, and hold not thy peace. The day star of blissfulness shineth above the horizon of Our name, the Blissful, inasmuch as the kingdom of the name of God hath been adorned with the ornament of the name of thy Lord, the Creator of the heavens. Arise before the nations of the earth, and arm thyself with the power of this Most Great Name, and be not of those who tarry”.