Love’s Lorica

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of Love, 
Through a belief in Love, 
Through confession of love 
Of the love of Love.

I arise today 
Through the strength of Love, 
Through the strength of Love, 
Through the strength of Love, 
Through the strength of Love.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of Love, 
In obedience of Love, 
In service of Love, 
In the hope of Love, 
In the prayers of Love, 
In preachings of Love, 
In faiths of Love, 
In innocence of Love, 
In deeds of righteous Love.

I arise today
Through the strength of Love; 
Light of the sun, 
Splendor of fire, 
Speed of lightning, 
Depth of the sea, 
Firmness of the earth.

I arise today
Through Love’s strength to pilot me; 
Love’s might to uphold me, 
Love’s wisdom to guide me, 
Love’s eye to look before me, 
Love’s ear to hear me, 
Love’s word to speak for me, 
Love’s hand to guard me, 
Love’s way to lie before me, 
Love’s shield to protect me, 
Love’s hosts to save me 
From the snares of hate, 
From temptations of vices, 
From every one who desires me ill, 
Afar and anear, 
Alone or in a multitude.  

I summon today all these powers between me and despair, 
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes me, 
Against incantations of cruelty, 
Against black laws of heretics, 
Against false laws of politics, 
Against craft of dramatics, 
Against spells of meanness and selfishness and hopelessness, 
Against every knowledge that corrupts me. 
Love shield me today 
Against heartache, against self-doubt, 
Against anxiety, against isolation, 
So that you may come to me in abundance.

Love with me, Love before me, Love behind me, 
Love in me, Love beneath me, Love above me, 
Love on my right, Love on my left, 
Love when I lie down, Love when I stand, 
Love in the heart of every one who thinks of me, 
Love in the mouth of every one who speaks of me, 
Love in the eye that sees me, 
Love in the ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of Love, 
Through a belief in Love, 
Through a confession of love
Of the love of Love.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
This entry was posted in Fiction, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.