Save wreck on rock, and Plague, adrift on breeze.

When Nations turn from Light, in thought, or life,

Their speed is brink-ward, save Thy Mercy stay;

For all is precipice, except Thy way.

Help, Lord, for here is heightening surge of strife;

Here, clouds turn floods, coasts are wind-whirled, like spray,

And lightenings, hurling back thy light, are rife.

[!-- H2 anchor --]

RELIGION

Religion is Ascension. 'Tis the flights