​In the hush where the unseen resides, A whispered number, where truth confides, The sequence rolls: Four, Two, One, and Nine, A tapestry woven, a pattern divine. ​The strength of the Four, the anchor we seek, Foundations built solid, promises meek, It speaks of hard work, of order and plan, The earthly structure for spirit and man. ​Then the Two gently enters the flow, Of balance and faith, a seed that will grow. Partnerships forming, duality's grace, Trusting the journey, keeping the pace. ​Next, the One, a bright spark of the Self, Initiation, creation, and wealth Of fresh understanding, a new path to tread, The pioneer spirit within you is bred. ​And ending the chorus, the grand, sweeping Nine, Completion, release, the truly sublime. A cycle concluding, compassion's great call, To serve human nature, to lift up us all. ​So when Four-Two-One-Nine appears in your view, The Angels are saying: "Your mission is true." Ground your new start with the wisdom you hold, A phase is now ending, a story unfolds.