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Sacred waters wait to welcome
Strangers from the storied strata,
Hungry for the hidden manna,
Objects of a martyred mercy,
Gracious gift of God the loving,
Holiest of hammers falling
Down upon the damned defenders,
Curs'd crusaders of the chaos,
Born of pride and independence,
Forged against the force of conscience,
Unpersuaded by the beauty
Of unfallen virtue's calling
To the joy of holy laughter,
Glorifying her creator.Casting off the royal raiment,
Choosing cold and naked being,
Boasting of disgrace, and dying,
Tongue is turned to listless lying,
Heart aflame with building passion
For the secrets of the darkness,
Shrinking from restraint and reason,
Pushing toward the poison purpose;
Deadly secret still and silent.
Yet the truth is ever active
Calling out to wisdom's children
Not to meddle with destruction;
God will bring an end to dying.
Rick Deering |
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