Invocation for Justice


I WILL wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun,
As Mary washed her Son
     In the rich fermented milk.
Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
     My breath as the incense.
Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
     Queen above them.
I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of king:
     Stronger will it be with me than with all persons.

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