(A lone voice whispers. Looking skywards.)
Oh, my old love of anything linked to emotional heresy
Do you still miss me
You
Regal deceptive beauty and queen of all tempestuous ecstasy
Who guided me by sinful blindness and fornication
To be my own worst enemy
In a deep physical need for things of physical substance and for sexual security
Bound to one
Or two persons
In greed
And that's why I was deplorably cursed
To wander lost
Until The High Trinity in Unity
Told me
Dost Thou in our presence
Abide by our sacred ways
To in penitence
Rise with morning praise
Recant
And burn out
All your old sinful heresy
So we can rejoice
And reign in Thee
Num sigillum nostrum ad sanandum accipis?
(Will you accept our seal to heal?)
Now as I hear angelic anthems
Awakened in the sanctity of forever silence
Enriched with gifts of piety for clarity
I cry
Oh Hear Me
Thou Almighty Kings
Hear my praises
Each morning as
I rise
Before sunrise
To kneel and sing
For heresy is a dangerous red and golden ring
To wear
So I swear
Fealty
And whisper
In the low hours
Praise be to The High Trinity in Unity
All heavenly hosts
For welcoming me into their blessed community
To commune for purification with
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation of the piece.
I recently met a once-broken man, who found his salvation in a new found faith.
Salute.
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