Church HDR (Photo credit: I_am_Allan)

This perfect crisp winter morn
Last autumn leaves falling
Lost, forlorn
This calling in my soul arises
Breaking like a promised dawn

A blessing given in the rain
Should all the greatest losses
Here contain
And darker thought’s dominion
Will now refrain

A battle ancient in these walls
Where whispered voices
Seductively call
A greater sacrifice entices
To give all for all

And I have now given all my life
To deathly exorcism’s
Cold, sharp knife
Again to face such darkness here
This god of strife

Within such an innocent’s cold room
Within a weaker body
Something blooms
And so it seems this litany
Again resumes

And should my life be here displayed
I am at once so certain
Yet dismayed
For faith and pure love of god
This dark parlayed

So what has protected us here then
What arises now from
The untold, when
The ancient battle must be waged
Again, again, again

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