I do believe Sir Knight
there has been an oversight
for your glove has crossed my cheek

Thou knowest not me
Brothers at arms we be
Yet ye perceive my spirit Weak

Pray upon the lame
This is thy game
Yet my sword lay down in peace.

Listen to thy choice
Whispering wind of voice
Thy duel ye start shall now cease

Spirit of Oneness Follow
or be left forever hollow
For silent whisper shall roar of many lion

Unity shall stand tall
House divided shall fall
Voice of One shall dry all crying'

I state to thee in Love
I do believe this is your glove

And I lay down my sword in wait
For the wings of Grace I shall fly......

Geoff Warden

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-wings-of-grace/