A subtlety hangs in the soul
Of what was once could be
A perfection that would make it whole
On all lands and seas
To this delightful integrity
Lies a blood-soaked road
Crossed by crosses to the city
That the Lord has hallowed
Mother, may I walk this path
Plead to your Son for us
Let meekness o'ercome our wrath
And chastity our lust
Ne'ermore a stranger in a shell
Rotting to time and sin
But in harmony as clear as bells
Light purifying within
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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