Contemplative Poem Seven

O true Country,
O true place of my beginnings,
O true inviter of the alien,
O night ship’s harbor,

O only platform in our vulnerability,

The uniform of our individuality,
(and to whom we salute),
Our native land!

O orthodox beginning,

O leader of a people through the wilderness,
Speak our narrative!

O Place of great interior health,

O Grace for mystery and stealth,
O Beholder of the children’s hounds,
O Keeper of the wealth,
O Safety of the many peoples within your bounds,
May your borders be safe!

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