
Wonderworker,
we are lost in confusion.
Bring us the warmth of Myra,
the beam of your smile
and the hope of all saints:
The only gifts we seek are life
and clarity.
Copyright Francis 2020

Wonderworker,
we are lost in confusion.
Bring us the warmth of Myra,
the beam of your smile
and the hope of all saints:
The only gifts we seek are life
and clarity.
Copyright Francis 2020

A treacherous path
Blinding darkness envelops
Winter’s dual clasp
Copyright Francis 2020

For years I believed
They foisted lies upon me
Light comes to me now
Even unto the world’s end
You are not deserting me
Copyright Francis 2020

Altars are destroyed
My faith must remain a rock
Blotting out the lies
Copyright Francis 2020