My knees are sealed to the ground, my hands raised high. I lift my head, eyes closed, draped in humility, voice bellowing out my words. If there be One above me, One whose knowledge is truly infinite, any justice or peace promised, let my cry be a ringing in Thine ear. Give me joy without sorrow. Give me peace without alarm. Love without hate. But woe unto me and the world if there not be One such Greatness. For I am an instrument of destruction, and my wrath the purest apprentice to desolation.

© by Grace Charles