Prayer Rope

I sit scared with brass knuckles an knife.
Yet useless they lie - dark spirits seek life.

I rise for battle - grab my prayer rope.
I call on Christ - the source of all hope.

Through spirit and chants - have mercy on me.
Each knot a firm strike - no steel can be.

In the quiet of battle my soul stands whole.
Guarded by Angels as prayer guides my soul. 

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1. This is a powerful and deeply evocative piece. The contrast between physical weapons and spiritual strength is beautifully drawn—showing how true protection often comes from within rather than from what we hold in our hands.

   Your imagery is vivid and intense, especially the shift from fear to faith. Lines like “I rise for battle – grab my prayer rope” carry a quiet courage that feels both personal and universal. The rhythm of the poem mirrors the act of prayer itself—steady, grounding, and purposeful.

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