I tried to move fast, God, move before
The Devil that You counselled that we pray
Deliverence from. I lay my hands, each sore,
Before You, skywards, and You smile that way
You do, but say nothing. From friendship to You,
I should not look You in the face. Do I write
Blasphemy, when every day I strive to do
What Your only begotten Son did fight
For with His love, and die for with His blood?
I cannot pretend to know You, though I do;
You have been the breeze beside me, stood
Still at no point, for Time moves, and so do You,
But, God, we had another victim. How do I paint
The murkiness of this? He washed what he defiled,
And my eyes are shall never be free of the taint
Of that which I have not seen, nor my heart mild
At this. Stronger men claim to stand for us
But our words are empty to them, and only then,
When seed blooms to canker, clamourous,
Do they deem to find the world again,
As empty as the words, their promises -
Oh, Life, so easy ravaged, so soon gone! -
Gallop, I pray you, all ye ministers,
Before the speech is cut, and deed is done.