Friday, March 21, 2014

Poetic Prayer

They've said the reason that the modern man,
in piety is less than early men -
those men who gave up life, and gladly so
to wider spread the joyful news with their
own death, that man need never die again
when once he's risen in the Son's ascent - 
is simple: we do not in actual-
-ity desire it. We'd rather hedge
our bets with wisdom of the world, to which
the Cross and admiration thereof is
so foolish.
                 Father mine, please keep from me
this human penchant for desiring my
own truth above the Real, and drive my soul
to Calvary, from whence then send to me out,
all full of Christ's sufficient grace, to bring
there, by the hand, those who've yet to be filled.

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