The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim —
who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
Recast our swords to plow the fields
that they may bear the fruit peace yields
and we depart from warring.
Jesus, Savior,
Lord, we wait your soon arrival;
Maranatha!
On you hangs our sole survival.
Tobias Haller BSG, after Isaiah 2:1-4
To the tune Wie schön leuchtet, suggested as an additional verse to the hymn, “How brightly shines the morning star.”
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"Zion" and "warring": is it just me, or does anyone else hear a finely burred Scottish accent reciting this? ;-)###
ReplyDelete[As a prayer for Our Economy circa 12/5/08, it's spot-on, Tobias: "sole survival" :-/]
Very fine, Tobias.
ReplyDeleteI say, "Into the hymnal!". An insert, perhaps?
Lovely, Tobias, thank you.
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