Converting an ‘I’ to a ‘u’
-After His Excellency, the Most Reverend Thomas James Olmsted
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility; –William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act III, Scene I
When father wrote to all his sons how they’d become good men,
He cried to them of virtue in the valley of our tears
To stir his sons to soldierly and overcome their fears,
“Take heart! For you are called to kneel together to defend!”
He signed, then raised his shield and cried the Wisdom of his years
To order, rank, and set we watchmen at each city gate
That when the Vandals charge the walls with ramparts and with spears
The call to arms could draw a battle line that none could break.
“Men, see this shield and see my tears and be so armed each day–
These both are swords I wield for you to fortify the way.
These swords are crosses we embrace in strife to spite all strife–
Are offered on the Cross’s Way through death unto new life…
Now be so armed! Now bear your wounds! Now nobly sacrifice!
Rebuke our Enemy! Route our Foe! Renounce the Liar’s lies!
Correct your brother’s evils and admonish every sin!
Who is like Him whose life, laid down, could take life up again?”
With she who stands behind our tears, we humbly bend our knee–
We vanguard shield, the Mantle of our Mother’s Victory:
Hail, Seat of Wisdom, bearing Mercy’s reign unto His Throne,
Each decade passing with your tears defends Our Father’s Home.