Thought
The Word descended once again
In response to mankind’s pain
Before It said “This one but sleeps”
Flesh form arose and life it keeps
It spoke “Let ancient land arise”
Remember wisdom of the wise
In fifty years, that land awoke,
Slavery chains snapped and broke
Word is stirred, descends for one
Who calls on It when ritual’s done
In loving company prayer kept
Even when most sleepers slept
Holy words best company
When mind requires good remedy
When robber twins attack their prey
Protecting thoughts stand in the way
Prayer
O Lord, you are on call twenty-four hours of day and night; from age to age you come; but when I call your name, you are immediately present. Lord, let my diligence increase and may thy sacred name be ever on my lips.
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