At land’s end

where this house dares stand

and the sea turns in sleep

ponderous, menacing

and our spirit fails and runs

landward, seaward, askelter

we pray you, protect

from the law’s clawed outreach

from the second death

from envy’s tooth

from death’s great knell

all who dwell here.

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- Daniel Berrigan

[Written at William Stringfellow's home, Eschaton, Block Island, RI, while seeking sanctuary]