You, Who Creates
- Daniel Viragh
- Nov 5, 2023
- 1 min read
You who creates
the ashes and the dusk
Behold the flame
that struggles as it must
Give us
of your glory
Holy are we
Only with your trust.
I yearn to mourn
the fragments of the past
I strive to speak
but I know my words come last.
How then
to capture beauty?
Holy, holy
Ye who serve and pass.
My country, it has no borders;
My soul, no boundaries on earth.
These rocks are my only pillow;
My staff, the only thing I’m worth.
So pray as one;
And share with all;
Then say with me:
Amen.
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From "You, Who Creates" by Daniel Viragh,
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