The Mother writes that each one of us Has within a beast ready to pounce And if we are not conscious and aware It can attack with devastating force. By turns it may by violence or stealth, Or by subtle means lay a lethal trap. One I know, a psychic and a witch, Tells me she takes him out now and then Puts a collar around his neck and says 'Let's go for a walk.' With me he plans And waits for the smallest opening. Often in a state of tiredness Or lack of will, perhaps in ignorance, He leaps upon the unsuspecting soul, Wreaks his damage and awaits with glee Our future weakness and infirmity. Eternal vigilance the only guard Against demonic forces in our midst And prayer the saving attribute of man.
Poems Undated (1727)
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