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Friday, November 4, 2011

Prayer and Being


In faith I write a humble shred of thanks,
Defying fear and shame to do their worst;
To try and make me leave the pages blank
Through all of time and life as at the first.
To make created nature hold its tongue
When longing to burst out in golden song,
Fear would from me have craven silence wrung.

But in my heart arose a river strong,
Of words, of wildness, both deep and sweet;
And flashing forth a flood of gleaming light,
You sprang into the midst of fears replete
And showered stars upon a gloomy night.

From agony of being, Fear has fled.
You rescued one that fear had left for dead.
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