"Who is thine enemy?"*

I CANNOT look to time, to place,to see his face;he is not thereor anywhereoutside the door,outside the inmost privacy of me:for sure as suremy anger builds his height,my pride and hate and frightdefine him, part by part,and while he lives in heart,while looms in mind,there is no peace, no certainty,for he is meand I am he.Looking a thousand times elsewherewill nothing find:he is not there.

This to see,from peak of prayer,from point of uncontested light,is startof grace: is victory.

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