July 29, 2018 Eric Blauer

At the Break of Day and the Sundering of Souls

At the Break of Day,
and the Sundering of Souls
Father of flight and fight,
fashion these arrows,
to hit their mark,
swift, be their delivery,
true and steady, their aim.
Far and fierce, may they speed,
forceful, in impact,
deep, may they sink,
let them fly for fury,
for rescue, for glory
Hewn from the Victor’s victory,
formed, in passion’s furnace,
sharpened, in the oil of quickening,
unleashed, with breath of intent,
unto all ends, determined,
by the will of the Sovereign,
to the four corners, sent.
For the defeat of foes,
sting of conscience,
awakening of mind,
tipped, with conviction,
fletched, with healing,
Burning ever, with sacred flame.
Lamentations 3:12-13
He has drawn his bow and made me the target for his arrows. He shot his arrows deep into my heart.
-My pastoral prayer for the preaching of the word of God.
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Eric Blauer I am barbarian, sage, saint, bard, husband and father. Bow my knee to only One, serve all, ruled by none.

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