The Merging
Again I meet the day
And wield the sword of struggle
The cracks in my shield
Pray you mend, my Father.
Give to me the stamina to swing
Till evil fears the wielding arc
And draws away her warriors
Away from my decided heart.
Constancy come from without
Where I can but peruse your radiance
Enjoin me within, merge spirit to spirit
Till we are one, enwrapt in freedom.
Oh for the merging, Father.
Where faith is faithful to her own.
And all unsettledness is on the waves
Far above the depths of sunken peace.
For there in the ocean depth below
The grains of sand are still, no breath.
In the deep beyond Hell’s swirls
In the depths of undisturbed spirit.
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