The Golden Corona

Oh Golden Light of Christ anoint my head

And read my mind as thoughts unwind

Of battles' roads and life unkind.

Please heal my soul and faults in all.

My wit's rebound as I here stand

In this, the light of the holy crown.

Quenched in the morning's opportune

Reviving my selfhood with the beauty of dawn

Take me now! Please take me now!

For the purity of first light is bliss

And surely the whole point of faith is just in this:

-Not that we believe ... but that we ask of He to have faith in us.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series