pray

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 The heart of modern man,

our daily bread, give us.

O land beyond, a light dream

strong, calm.

Help on the path of light to the gates of the Valley of Shadow.

In an hour of darkness.

Not too boldly

but a certainty that will make us merchants of goodness

at the time of the test, the aurora borealis

at dusk which must come.

And they will sing songs about it.

And everyone doubts their name.

Before hope gets on your knees

they will close the chest. They will drown in being.

J.