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Christmas Bells


A Place Within the Soul

There is a place
Within the soul;
Where waters rise
And waters roll
And deep cries out
Unto the deep
An ocean tide
Of heavy grief.

There is a place
Within the void
Where balm drops down
To the destroyed
And brings a oneness
To the Man
Whose bleeding struck
Destruction's head.

Morning Prayer

Lord, not my will but Yours be done With each rising of the sun. With each gasp of borrowed breath Let me make a surer death Of self and all my selfish ways To offer up a purer praise.