O Salutaris

my foe draws near
challenges my sight

deceives me into hatred,
and futile fight

cruel darkness descends
in this cold, foreign place

but with hope I cry to you
O, open wide the gate

and show me the way
to my true native shore

and endlessly I will praise you
for your strong arm restores

my life and my love
and bright day evermore

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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