Tag: prose-poem

Dominus Deus Sabaoth

Lord God of Hosts, bring us back. Raise up a holy host of victims that are wholly yours. ¬†Conform your bride to the perfect image of true love – that dark hour in which the father’s broken heart caused weeping from the heavenly hosts. Raise up an army of feetwashers, not swordbearers. ¬†You, who command…