"One cometh from the east, O Church my mother,
His sword drips blood; his mouth is curled with hate.
Shall I bar this approach, and every other? She said: "Swing wide the gate."
He dares inside, directed by the devil, Whose words are written on the winds of hell."
She spoke: "Death has not sealed him in his evil; Point out the place I dwell."
"I am your child," I cried, "your robes enfold me.
Give me a spear and I will run him through."
"He also ia a child of mine," she told me, "Whom love must claim anew."
"His hand is on your door, soon you can never
Escape him. Speak! I hear his fearful tread."
"Though I can weep, though I can bleed forever, I cannot die," she said.
He entered in. I saw the sunlight flash on The steel as her bosom it was pressed. I saw her face, all beauty and compassion, Above the sword he buried in her breast.- "Besieger at the Gates" by Jessica Powers
2006-11-08
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