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15 August, 2012

Unmet friend of Gog and Magog

  When we are met upon that great plain

    you because of birth

    and I inadequate faith

  let us wear a white feather each


    when blood rises to bridle

  to find one another

  throw down arrow and spear

  and embrace

amid the tumult and horror


Embrace and meld songs of grief,

    of sadness for all loss

  holding until we both,

    having already fallen from grace,

  at least shall fall with our tears in

  testimony to the heart

  in praise of the brotherhood which

    after all

  wrought He in you and I


From → Stories & Poetry

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