When I found no joy there
Amist selfish sorrowing prayer
Among the many tears that flows
In countless grieves and woes
From rags of light in mourners clothes
The thought to me occurred
All religion to be absurb
And in my heart preferred
To be but a common bird
Than to go on living
As the troubled unforgiven
Among the sad elite forgiven
Thus I became so driven
Into the depths of thinking
That in the twinkling of an eyelid blinking
I shed my mortal clothes
And above selfish praying rose
In wings, beak and feathered face
Toward higher heights to embrace
The Stars in fields of outer space
In search of Joy's hiding place.
I saw God's amusing half moon smile
And ask that I might be forgiven
Then bowed before Him meek and mild
And ask where Joy might be living.
He said, 'You are the Forgiven Child.'
Then fell silent for a while
Before answering thus so;
'As to where Joy might be O child
I also do not know...