Within the swirling Mist (IC) > Tales Around the Campfire
Prayer at Dawn
Iridni Ren:
Prayer at Dawn
Sun of Mercy, shine in the fear of my heart
Where Thou blaze, my courage is mended
Illuminate my hands, Father of Light
So I may heal the suffering to Thy glory
Burn away my pride that free of its bonds
I may kneel before Thee and all who are poor in spirit.
Thine undying love is better than ego's cord
I am lost here where the shadows fall
But beneath the rays of Thy wings I labor
As bright dawn renews me and Thou ascend over the darkness.
Iridni Ren:
When I Am Wounded
Let me not flee from pain, O Shining Father
But seek it in Thy holy name
For when I think myself whole
Thou cannot remake me in Thy perfect light
Nor do I comprehend the suffering of another
Unless I have felt its savage fang myself
Only in hurt shall I know the urgency to heal
And to restrain an angry hand
Rend Thou my core as an opened wound
So light may cleanse where darkness lingers.
Iridni Ren:
When I Am Weak
My strength fails
O God of Might,
Thy useless child
I am.
A new babe
Thine arms bear me
Aloft on Star Thought,
Where stones no longer
Weary and bruise my naked feet.
The spear of my foe cannot breach Thy Holy Sky,
Where Thy divine will refills my overturned cup,
Secures this soft flesh in armor of light and steel,
And once more to sacred service welds my weaponed hand.
Iridni Ren:
A Petition for Wisdom
Though I am barely a woman, my Sun Father,
I ache for the wisdom Thou alone canst grant.
I would that my raven locks be as gray as the Mists
That my clear mind sail a sea of trouble
That my young body suffer sickness and pain
To understand how to counsel others
To stay them from the angry lure of darkness
To sow the seeds of peace among my Kin.
For now Thy servant speaks without learning
She answers from a child’s heart
Her babble a quiet murmur in the storm
Of a thunderous and grating roar.
Iridni Ren:
Of Glass
The purest glass can light no room of her own:
Her every flaw distorts that which enters her
Before transcending to illuminate all.
In strange realms I kneel to be Thine unstained pane,
And plead that all love-blocking self fade away,
To reveal only Thine holiest image,
Nothing of Thy servant to dim Thy brilliance,
And, if shattered, that my splintered shards yet shine
In some pale corner with Thy reflected light.
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