05/15/2021
THE SAVIOUR’S LANCE
Oh, dear and glorious God,
Thou, ever-burning source of heavenly Wisdom,
Thou, ever-present source of tender hearts’ warmth,
Thou, faithful and charitable Father-Mother.
Without Your bright beams of faith and wisdom,
shining and dispelling the shadowy darkness
of self-love, of power, of control, of hate,
we fall prey, again and again, caught fast,
unwholesome snares laid by the Deceiver.
Without the Warmth of Your radiant Love,
our lives would be cold and calculating
replicates of the Deceiver and his Demons.
No tender sharing in love’s embrace,
no words of kindness or helping hand
for the simple and meek ones, young and old,
no tender tear for the happiness of others,
nor for the grieving tear of life’s losses.
Only the cold and dark expanse of arctic iciness.
I heard Your soft Voice, long ago,
and I felt such great sadness in You,
that I swore Holy and Eternal Allegiance,
either Goodness or Evilness will hold
Humankind, this Battle is for them.
So, I donned golden chain mail and white boar tunic,
pure white, bearing the gold cross and a red rose, front and back.
I took up the sharp and flaming Sword of Justice,
sheathing it, for the moment, in the Scabbard of Fairness.
On my War-steed, rested Your Shield of Mercy and Compassion,
I placed my boot into its stirrup,
mounting my enchanted equine partner,
my head now far above the billowing clouds,
seeing to the ends of Madame Earth.
I saw the Deceiver’s Demons everywhere,
spreading damning Lies, concupiscence everywhere,
encouraging wickedness, perversion, greed, and hate,
even within the hearts of the children.
My Angel Squire reached high, offering my helmet.
Sun’s Rays reflecting gold into his eyes,
I placed it upon my head, its horsehair plume,
Phoenician purple, full of God’s Grace.
Reaching down, I lifted the Saviour’s Lance,
its bronze tip wet with Our Lord’s Blood.
My Heavenly Horse was restless,
its snorts spewing out Divine Fire,
I felt its heart beating with a warrior’s will for battle.
Today, once again, to the endless Battlefield I go,
to die, to perish, to be slain by arrows of cold hate,
lanced through by spears of pure discord,
burned, skin scorched by Dragon’s Fire,
I fight for God’s sake, for the souls of humankind.
I have been imprisoned, one eternity after another,
in Hell’s deepest and most dismal stone dungeons,
I have been tortured in body, mind, and spirit,
tempted by the charms of Hell’s most luscious Harlots,
offered great Demon Armies to fight for Him,
eternal wealth, power, pleasure are mine if I love Him.
But my reserve cannot be broken or my steadfastness diverted,
for I am Your servant and Your general, now and forever.
The Great Battle cycles from one age to another,
no universe is immune, no species spared.
Evil is the dark twin of his sister, Goodness,
and the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve,
must choose which twin to exalt and love.
Humankind’s Right is to choose eternal Heaven or Hell,
The End Times are now and always.