My head slung low, blood dripping from the wound that is my soul
i’ve fought many a battle, enough to slake an army's thirst
i’ve seen mercy's tender, i’ve seen satan's deepest, darkest worst
but through it all, 5 score and more
i'll walk that high road that leads me to Heaven's merciful, untainted door
i’ve earned my place here now among the harrowed, hallowed, chosen few
i'll sit here beside you and once again my heavenly father
the one shall be as two...
Mario looked this one out for me to complement my poem on the resurrection - which in turn was sparked by Bishop Graham's poem and Sylvia's icon...
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Thank you Mario. It's so wonderful to see this rich tradition ever expanding and growing, ever lighting fresh touchpapers in our imginations.