The full moon penetrated
His glint through my
Battered victorian
Sash window at twilight,
Whilst poem 52
Was made known
Unto me by Yeshua,
My Muse.
''Let not thy imagination
Run wild with idle theories
Echoed by voices of dubiety
Under the lawless one,
Hellbent on wounding
Me by making sin,
Man's daily bread''.
''Guard thy faith with
My scriptures, and lean
On scholars well learned in
Her near eastern culture
That their twisted Words,
Will take no effect on
Thee''.