My Heart’s Prayer

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My Heart’s Prayer

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #30

Through the camp of wail-filled night
I walk silent shielded by Thy light,
The sights are all mauled by a force
Demoniac that knows no remorse.

Babe and infant, the virile and old
Are all afflicted by a cruelty cold,
No leeway found for kind or innocent
All are marred by this will deviant.

So many ages without learning yet
That Thou art physician most apt,
For soul and heart, body and mind,
In Thee alone is the cure found.

Grant me this, where mine sight doth fall
There light a flame that to Thee doth call.
Be as it may the reign of night’s absolute
By Thy will each inflection of night I shall refute.