“THE MYSTIC LOVER.” a poem December 18, 2019 (Wednesday)
Innumerable, distinguished foes were vanquished this day without a bounce or run,
With SUCH minimal resources, STILL this “defrocked nun,”
Slew dragons, provided all means, righted all that was wrong,
And imprisoned “The Demon’s Mother,” while singing Her a sweet, love song.
Angels wept, as They watched that day; mortals only “pooh-poohed,”
The manner of His amazing effort, and, you know, He ONLY could,
DO, as He was able, without fanfare or thanks;
He SAVED many mortals OVERLOOKING their mischief and their pranks.
I only write this FOR I KNOW,
A DEBT WE’LL NEVER PAY,
IS OWED “THE MYSTIC ONE,” WHO: (1) hides not from the fray;
(2) holds all evil at bay,
WHO GIVES NOT INTO PRESSURE EVEN FROM “ABOVE,”
FOR HE IS GUIDED, HAVING SIDED, WITH,
THE FORCE WE ALL CALL LOVE.