The teenaged brown eyed seeker Reads Elizabethan verse Like an ancient incantation To slake her ***** thirst For her own Beloved But the words seem more a curse
Why is it “Lord” and “Father”? Where has Abba gone? All that Kingdom, will and power Turns the daily bread to stone And the evil and the glory Leaves her so alone
Lovers know temptation And deliverance! But must hold equal station If they are to dance.
Your talk of my trespasses And Heaven where Thou art Your “hallows” feel like gallows Around my trembling heart
Your words have left me broken To shed my tears alone For I can never love you While you sit upon a throne