Counter Attack

That awful tumult of this warring world without
Does threaten to unmake our faltering beings
And tempts us to fix our gaze upon its noisy triumph
And drown our souls in its shameless doubt
But within this ancient womb of Peace
Here we in silence sit With rhythms unhurried of The Faith long held
Throbbing within this fortress of glass and stone
And filling us with the knowledge that we stand not alone
And having fed upon the Truth of Bread and Wine
We surge forth to graft others into The Vine.

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