O Captain of my heart,
On Love’s Tree
You vanquish the Murderer.
You put to death the Lie.

You, victorious in Death,
Descend, piercing the Earth
To ransom Adam’s seed.

Scale my stony ramparts.
Pull down vanity’s tower.
Besiege the Gates of Hell.

Trumpet Your holy rage.
As on thundering steed,
With burnished sword,
You capture,
To hold fast, my soul.

Call “Beloved”
Your desolate one.
Call “Espoused”,
She who mourns
Her innocence’s demise.

Circle me about with Promise.
Covenant me in Sacred Blood.
Ascend on high with wedded bride.
O, Love Divine,
Make me Thine!

Joann Nelander