AN ODE TO GOD

AN ODE TO GOD

In the end of days when the angels call
And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace
And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness,
I pray he disregards my countless falls
And recalls my unrequited righteousness.

As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we,
Juvenile in form and thought, often falter
Derailed by a damsel’s dazzling eyes
That smite the hearts of men, wise and unwise…
And though we know her not, we pine and yearn
For her return, more than for your Jew Son:

This addles my thoughts, Lord God, The Great Sovereign
Whose face and Son’s endless grace inspire some,
While fair face and glorious behinds inspire
All virtuous men to often falter.