An Invocation

I INVOKE

I INVOKE 
I invoke the love that surmounts the agony of love itself,
And yearn for the learning that makes minds bright from dull,
I invoke the silence that culls and soothes all chattering anger,
And makes hearts beat more with goodness from the core.
I invoke the lonely to find safe solitude in their exile,
And pray for piety and affection to offer kind protection for the weak,
I invoke all seekers to find the knowledge they desire and seek,
And urge the treasure of skill to fall upon Godly doings,
To seal the measure of all arts with mirth and pleasure.
I invoke the abundance of happiness to surpass its redundance,
And call for radiant beauty to bloom when youth has aged to sage,
I invoke strength to invigorate health and wealth of souls and goods, 
And to make candour and bravery flourish with virtue and valour. 
All of this I invoke, without greed or need or bearing of sorrow.
All of this I invoke, not from the past, or the morrow, but now.
All of this I ask from the seed of love never sown nor grown,
And implore the power of truth to emerge from the pool of lies.
I invoke all this, to arise from that which is hidden from eyes,
I invoke all this to make wisdom known in the weary and worn, 
I invoke all this so that the stalwart and stern will be just and wise, 
And that hearts torn with grief will heal and be made whole at last. 
All of this I invoke, not from the past, or the morrow, but now. 

DWINA ***