O Moses, thou blossom of prophets! Thy wisdom’s power has led many out of the desert of sorrow to the smiling lands of joy.
The lips of thy life have whispered the secret way to set ablaze the bushes of soul-darkness with wisdom’s fire, and in its glow to behold God’s mercy-face.
In the “burning-bush” of love, He saw thee, wet with trickling tears of kindness to all, and behold, He said:
“Let My ten angels of heaven escort thee to earth, to blow in silence through the trumpets of all times, My Ten Commandments, declaring the march of Mine invisible army of divine qualities to fight the Satan of human darkness and his allies of sin, error, untruth, and their gloom-drunk soldiers.”
O Moses, thou torch-bearer of salvation, many soldier-souls are seeking to join thee in thy ceaseless march through the dark night of time, to fight the forces of gloom.
O God-loving Moses, teach us to fight weakness with power, and to worship supremely the God of Gods reigning on the throne of all hearts — and no other God!