A latter-day psalm Print
By Cliff Ashby   
Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Somewhere there is Grace, Lord, 
Was I not told it as a child 
When the sound of the sparrow 
Filled my heart with delight 
And the rain fell like friendship on my head. 
   Now the call of the cuckoo 
Cannot calm my aching heart 
And my soul is tormented with fear. 
   Have mercy, Lord, for I have travelled far 
Yet all my knowledge is as nothing. 
My days are numbered. Time titters 
As I stumble down the street. 

Forgiveness, O forgive me, Lord, 
Close my critical eye 
Take me to your breast 
For how else may I die.


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