Wednesday, February 18, 2009

On my shoulders lay His hands, my forehead
Gilded by His glance;
His cause -- this consuming fever to transcend.
And this thirst for grandeur
Throbbing in my soul.

Passing, my uplifted sword's light
Reflects the calmness in my face.
God infused, I fear not what may come,
For come what may, it never
Shall exceed my soul.

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