13 Nov

Rain wash away the sins of the world
Lighting-strike fields this southern May
Wait without force and words unfurl
Contrapposto fate; let us pray

Wash me of my iniquities
Cleanse me of my pride
And let me for a moment see
The Light that lives inside

Let us dream together now
Of Courage pious, Justice blind
Of Temperance companionship,
Of mothers wise and fathers kind

Look away from this mountain back an’
Remember yourself to the familiar road
Then turn your face to the unknown bracken
And fight your way down to the valley below


“The Wheel of Fortune”, 1871-1885
Edward Burne-Jones (1833-1898)


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