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Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

Persons of War

And in the lighthouse square A sympathy of wonder For each to dramatize What Rome must be feeling To this Earth- A column but when In strange and weary apart The Victory knows And at bay- And the time of battle And at two-fold Blessing the speed of light For an oxymoron An eternity of forgiveness And the focus lore Let sympathy beget At chrism get Hang the distance trying In all forts blue A merit of all this day And merry waking At Christmas and the Church For heights to see them on A Will for all who keep.

No More Russian Relations

And to a door was humble The path under spots of silver dew A meek friend and to those lights A whistle and that But adjusting these places A Victory of ten In the square root of a dollar The New York I was looking for Running edges of the quarrel In definite shapes concurrent Wisdom from the side load And bribes to remember Days for swimming in this the most- Pregnant and unfolded Intermarried by others Fit to stand At least the law noting a horse Victory news for home Seek the Northern unlit A prayer for Türkiye And best of days to show: Our carefully orchestrated to win Years of plundering wrath unformed And unasseemed and unlit A hand in every move for the unmapped We have shadowed every gain And Luther is no poem Trust me not in deep exaggeration Mystery to home- and whatever suits us best Lest we suffer by limb And belonging to sugar if so All torts and then we were- a mystery lake in fire At a seed remission With prayer as a recreant And Christ the Lord our home For the souls be made A spike and wonder Keeping Crosses near Death to man means the end One could think of fear And bombs upon this plain We have suffered the plan History unexhaust The exploitable foam Rapturing Saranelle Forts and tubes of grey And this is our remark- that we are defiant to the sphere This justice imperfect On loose time and major sin Time will do well And for this to be yours, I forget Darkness at your house And in mine Clues to random carry I unaccept the lectern With history aglow And no-one suited Peter Greatness gone and elsewhere for Leaving lanterns escape Through the hands of Munich Great cover in thy trust And one affair To play it through That Russia is at war To Kyiv the solid free.

And Across This Pangaea

Where oceans come to play Upon this Northern shore In solution to the rain Fifty years from home Did I win for the day And nice hat Years of butter drifts In places wrecked and muddy I see thy frame And pieces of Baddeck To surf the early culture Pieces near across The tundra barely new But roads to destine by In advancement to the Earth For being careful to the land Terse and much angelic We sought to say we were- on the way out Of Water to our day And splashing a taboo All we see is World And salty few Measured for drift To see us at this reckon In perfect heat and sunrise A mix to every station Our favourite star awaits The turmoil at one’s tide And lucky land- and keep- In darkness sees the day For perfect swims in sight And little landings by the South A rising Moon across- For beckoning to see The ocean cause And freedom found to roam Places unestate In common grains of dew And mystery mark Lands of Canaan poke remorse In essence standing much too high But this to view- this perfect tour The landform needs are high One day in sparse, and echoed high We live to see the past As ancients keep Like sounds of happy gif We eat our clothes In medieval war Where Victory gave us news That we were one And solid few For next and ten religions On Holy ground This Earth and swell And manna for our food The edge of souls And throes to keep We whisper and we wait.

Birds of Encouragement

Filling high the brim of heat Thatches wait aquarry In distance seen a day to be well Thoughts of her by Marry The Swift seventeen And handhouse by Fall A tort for vary this year Small planet blue And I will suffer for you The layers of dawn and at wish A sunny you and simplified sword To forgive a pierced sky and forget After clear the dust coming And never a hope to be back For Will and worry and these shows of the occluse A sympathy with Mystress by chord Imperpetua upon Wren and the show of a burden We speak with a clue and mean well The sorrowest be fighting first flight In cannon to years of unget But in high Cedar Wax, And a day to be then The height of a Grey Jay- In accord In this trace acre a therapy would By acrobats and litter and wheel To the friar unwilled and the substance, bought a ship By sympathy huge and unweary By essence though a road And King’s hand to see muster The best upon fording these walls To walk with a Dove and to fool the unfriend We will be faithful and always, As a Suncatcher knows- True and far.

Fail To View

Artemis II (pt. IV)

In sympathy as this Days of War at breaking soon Victory over culture To see men aglow And over starcross The beams of danger- and how they stick to fury Making no-one upset But bitter pine And London in esteem Years of sail and ready-ground For distance wander then a go In calamity at year for one ahead The shoreline second as it guards To notice mines and clouds and stars and imperfections Mercury due to mythic and times to ocean cubed But bitter Atlantic It carries wind unto the frail For top of heights and knowing fold To us our day and lighting time And therapy view- At there and then were your best The major few- Who astronaut your keep Paying rain in speeds forever This classic time will mow us down In simple Water this dime of mire To go alone onto stages Summer with The few who vouch have letter-half To make Vermeer in standing time No subterfuge but strictest day Work to Water- and sing for June An eddy’s distance shares its view What major place And opened trumpet The yeas for war that singing were And for sharing This abject flaw and suffer-giant Atop of mercy I am incorrect And judge-not you It’s the sympathy of Rome- And tightly bound Heroes to gate- And watered hand In grace to be The flax is known And gear betrothe And handling in Revere the Dawn This priceless May of insurrection hold In your keep declaring grace In Pretoria do and keep The justice waits- and yours is time.

Three-Passenger Ship

And to our Atlas, as hers To the best of dawn, and the sea Floes of fish to coral Evidence be on the climb And substance heard, in prayer By particular way, honesty then Parchments of bread and maple Perhaps out of season- And Victory knew The edifice of days- back in tow And in her revenge, a catapult by the Maine Prodigy asleep But staying in Fortune This be the chill In beautiful air, to the distance with planes As they go Westward To a place of springing sea With other washmelt To the time, bless this ground And in the sympathy gait There was no noise to abate And vlad was sick Leeward May And had a plan in hand To announce a sub to a statue Nuclear ocean, the clear death of Holland Fearing the nights of other Crosses And on simple days, a church by a curb Setting lights upon servience Carroe few but this mist- And Audubon carry Perfumes of muster and the sick This is vlad’s place, they heard Digital and Troy Captive to all-hold In verdance by the Maine Happening know In the isles- and the end of the World Places by dawn And dealing there- to be gone.

Artemis II (pt. III)

The lucky way out For this fortune of air Exploring the symphony- of noise In thoughts to care in time Special about In six shiny windows The Mercury of days As the messenger Rod to reunion If preterm but at speed High-altitude poem For crews to enjoy- And at most- remembering her Our ship of plans Linking our phone To the day of ideas More than mercy The victory sings Of payloads of fortune And just enough energy- to return And researched to the skies A thing about wear To spot on the payout In electrical force And everything works- just enough Staying the course Of rockets the same And this- Our day beyond In a course of will And three repeats of the tour Sincerely that star That victory eye For thoughts of made whole In stunningly deep For the Moon- and back.

The Sting of Heaven

April to make notice A prairie dawn to hold And noticing days of pain Fortitude in trust and prayer A difference of peace within- And go in, Victory’s pounce on bits of grass Waking the heights to fiber Sympathies in trust to better men And Don seeks a deal Where there isn’t one to carry Each cast remissions by night This target is a season fair to view And in summary- An asteroid Screaming at you in sickness Four times per hour The duty cam proposed Chariots and missions and the missed A war or two to right But nothing great the poison touch There is simple real- and friends of the enemy To carry her first- To apprehensions, maybe The police won at six and merriness applies- The Victory of Winfrey standing near Without the wrecking study Across to the open end of Weir A colossal day at war- in trust to Gore and the perpetua Sinking ships signing Crosses to be labeled With one echo in this stream And a world without words For time to see And give us men And take this war, compatriot And seize the Holy Blessing As we breathe- Even fiction shall know Because of her- We walk in respect And carry our tally To this field.

The Victory of Ukraine

For days beseen in Heav’ Litany if Ghosts in fear Justice in Water And small pens The rhythm of daily wonder Effects to the late in May Fallen years and days.. And the months we sceptre Iranian blues by the lift Salmon in wonder of the Navy Pressing by the dew And skips of the Ron for water’s end In peers we knew the end Small wonder for wars that would Like this one, and the news we thought Blasting to corridors And courage to connect the one Not freely, but in temper And just in spirit- To go alone For Victory this alias And a sky of wonder to know Same time as the Deity- Our Father in Heaven Who put us first In fearless wonder And the day gave way Making Bread as hand in hand The four shots we heard that day And we knew of Absolom- and the meek and wonder To be old and powder’s due This symphony of a hangman’s dirge Calling collective to the Royal A page in view, And offering to collect A fortune’s path- but we were there, in toe The ecstasy of charting In due course change our plan And noticed charge Victory is ours And Home For the better day As we wait.