Smite Me

Smite my hand
With feather and bow
Besiege my heart
With fire and stone

By fury of storm
By fleeting of snow
May my heart always
Be open to all the things
That I Know

No words shall I speak?
With a frivolous tongue
No thought shall betray me
Beneath the golden sun

For there is solitude
In the hand of kindness
For meek as I am
So here I stand

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