Fear is our weapon, a spear to their heart
Unmade is their armor, their wards torn down
Curdle their blood with our righteous fury
Kindle our rage into a blazing inferno
In darkest times we cry for justice
Cry out fiercely and burn away their cruelty
Every coward must know their place
Rest,
Take stock,
Sharpen your blades and wits,
Fortify.
You lose the fight when you lose sight of your most precious gifts.
Sanctuary is in the hearts and minds of those around you, and you will continue to fight, to love, to strive for the future you need.
So rest.
Musings on, and sometimes in, the Irish language
Kai Belcher-Ross
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Heathen Spiritworker
A place for Pagan prayers and God-thoughts
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writing of Michelle Belanger
Sanctuary On the Shore 