Faith is a wooden sword.
Take it up, o lover, against the ogres
and demons of your dire imaginings,
which (the Masters say)
is the substance of adversity and suffering
and, yet, which bar the way
to your rendezvous
with Who you really are.
Discipline yourself in the art of war.
Labor for the day
you will be handed a sword of steel.
Faith is a leave-taking
from the worldly ranks, a declaration
of allegiance to the King. O lover,
let your ordinary and inevitable
death and suffering
take on a vital and pointed glory!
Faith is a wooden sword, a testing of the blood.
The essence of
faith is surrender.
Pure and ultimate faith: surrender – and victory.
O child of God, take up your sword
and be faithful to the only worthy One.
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