SMW
By R. Cary
St. Michael, deliver me into my wrath, give me your armor, let me love your shield, let my sword be swift and my pursuit of justice upright, as I enter into the life of a warrior’s faith let my soul rise, breathe into me your Arch Angel’s light, your purpose to live in me letting your soul rise, letting your wings make me strike from up high; St Michael, deliver me into my wrath unleashing the darkside of light, the darkness in God’s might my human born wrath with the vengeance of your fear leading the army of righteousness and pure human good; protecting the weak, the poor, and the pure that have sinned, guiding the lost, giving to those in need, an act of brutality with the touch of an Angel’s care, the love of an Angel’s heart living on this earth fighting the eternal war, fighting for purity in each human’s soul, fighting till my life never ends, fighting when I am scared, fighting when my pulse ignores; St Michael, deliver me into my wrath, let my heart be steady, give my eyes clarity and my soul the light of God’s Love, let me love the mistaken, the forsaken, the lost in humanity allowing my courage of your own lion heart to sustain my path holding your shield as my own, wearing your golden armory in pride, with justice as I release a rapture on all who have left the dominion of all that is Good, all that is human divination; St. Michael, give me the scales of justice to hold them as I walk in the valleys of the damned where temptations rests; strike me in these moments, let my armor shine pure and true, St. Michael, this I ask as my duty and God given design to in my life live as my eternal self, as a warrior of human faith unleashing the veracity of my heart living as the Blonde Beast of faith tearing through this world with the gentleness of the Golden Lion’s roar holding divinity in my warrior’s strength living as the St. Michael of Wrath destining truth and goodness above all else, above all evil I will only fight for the goodness of your heart and what is right in each step I take, I will wear your shield of unyielding courage to the belief in reaching only Atlas Higher, through the bond of Eros, each of us transcending our time on this earth through belief in touching the souls of those we love, those we care about living in compassion of ourselves through undying strength to love our own hearts with faith and conviction born into us, as our Iron Gate of the Iron Born, destined to deliver our shields of our eternal selves as this life hears our human wrath; St. Michael, let me wear your heart, your determination to fight for the Good, the caring, the loving in all our might, let my mind be wise, my vision beyond my human sight to see with clarity over the dominion of the righteous, from heaven’s gate let my heart be worn, as a shield of light.
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SMW
By R. Cary
Copyright 2020
Poetry & Prose By R. Cary 