Poetry

The Assault

The assault advances,

The fear of wickedness arouses me,

Flustered by the infernal regions,

My heart aches, ‘Hecate gnaws’,

                                                       

Why has my beloved bequeathed me ?

Wasn’t I embodied and embedded in HIM alone ?

If thou wouldst leave me alone,

Leave me, but with thy Heart, ‘O Jesus’ in my bosom’s Embrace.

                                             

~Sunil Maria Benedict

Bangalore, India

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