Grace, extended freely once, now retracted
for little cause but another’s fanciful turn in the God-seat,
pronouncing what ought be, what is best.

Cast out from among them, held more than
an arm’s length away, I reach for measure of comfort,
but find no allotted place to rest.

Grace, extended freely once, now retracted
for little cause but another’s fanciful turn in the God-seat,
pronouncing what ought be, what is best.

In incremental cruelty, rule of law, not love, persists
for such a wretch as I, while those who pledged to love
me once receive communion and are blessed.

Grace, extended freely once, now retracted
for little cause but another’s fanciful turn in the God-seat,
pronouncing what ought be, what is best.