The cornerstone
\nthat held the relic
\ncrumbled in my hand today
\nthe sacredness
\nthat was my sanction
\ncaught the wind
\nand blew away.<\/p>\n
All the mirrors
\ndulled and blackened
\nall the paths
\nwere overgrown
\nthe grail cup
\nI will never drink from
\nthough my flesh
\nmay turn to bone.<\/p>\n
Oh poison thing
\nthat scarred my heart-line
\ncut my hand
\nto watch it bleed
\npierce my heart
\nand see it empty
\nout upon the
\nmustard seed.<\/p>\n
God please grant
\nthat I find my faith.
\nCome St. Michael
\nslay for me
\nall the demons
\nwho possess me,
\nset my chained and
\ncold soul free.<\/p>\n
How could I
\ncut off my right hand
\nHow could I
\nlet slip the curse
\nhow could I
\nabandon my love
\nhow could I
\nlet my hope disperse?<\/p>\n
Once the pitcher
\nbroke in darkness-
\nanger gave its
\nway to love.
\nwould that I
\nwere broken pitcher,
\nI would trade
\nfor it above
\nall the things
\nwhich shine in beauty
\nall the things
\nwhich float in song
\nall the things
\nthat nature give us
\nto mend the one
\nwhom I have wrong\u2019d.<\/p>\n
Michael watch him
\nas he is sleeping.
\nTrail him as he
\nwalks the wall
\nFor that path
\nHe will not let me
\nfind with him
\nthrough the pain so tall.<\/p>\n
Bring me water
\nbring me fire
\nbring me air
\nbring me earth
\nGod, I bow before creation,
\nand beg be once
\nagain
\nof worth.<\/p>\n
No words have I
\nwith to end this
\nsave those I
\nhave writ on here.
\nEver shall we
\nbear that fissure –<\/p>\n
God heal me please
\nthough it shall sear.<\/p>\n
Stand before
\nthe steeple mighty.
\nBow my head
\nand tell my truth.<\/p>\n
I am ever
\nat your mercy
\nlet me warrant
\nsome fair ruth.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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