Mirror mirror on the wall
How do I know a sheep from a cull?
A wolf posturing in wooly clothes
Appears, as soon as I repose.
No peace to be had here,
Upon this fretful sphere.
Are we all fallen, broken, fearful made?
Are we held in a father’s gaze
Or left to stumble aimlessly,
Though not painlessly,
Through a field of broken blades?
Blades of grass and blades of life
Cutting, bleeding, endless strife.
Surely there is a respite
From myself and fearful fright.
How to protect one so dear,
Sisyphean task so very near
To completion but never complete.
Grant me rest and in me replete
The strength of others gone before
The strength many have assured
Is mine to have. My protector’s heart
Is not my own; that is the start
To knowing truth and finding peace;
Oh hear my prayers from bended knee.
God grant me the strength and peace to live
Upon your grace so free to give.
Suffice today the troubles thereof
Bind me up and cover in love
Your child, desperate, dank, and bleeding.
Bring me safely home to reason.
Guide my heart and bind the wounds.
Don’t let painful thoughts intrude
On the peace we claim and create
Even though our hearts do ache.