And lotus-lapped on mountain peaks
He contemplates the navel of
The world he seeks
To leave behind;
To find, divine,
The source of love.
His strength sustains. He does not need
A Sunday mass to help him stay
So pure and keyed
To God as we
The people who
Face sin each day.
Oh Christ please keep us, here, your friends
And followers, in strength to face
This earth of ends
Accomplished by
Sins, lies. Grant us,
In need, your Grace.
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