For the feast of St George in 2005 I wrote a poem. I’ll post it here, but if you have criticisms, please be gentle. My self-esteem may be crushed.
The arms of your cross spread wide
To free captives,
To defend paupers,
To heal the sick
And to ride forth as the champion of kings.
Prayers muffled by prison walls
Fill with sweet smoke the hall of Heaven,
And wounds are but jewels
Fitted into a crown
wrought by the hands of God.
With your spear
Deliver my soul from the worm
And carry out your due trophy.
Emblazon yourself on shields
In the cities of tsars,
And intercede for the farmers,
For the flocks,
For the sceptred isles and rocky peninsulas.
We carry your banner as our own.