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...