Claws slashing,
Downward swooping,
Shrill raptorial ringing screams
Jarring my stubborn, ingenious dreams,
Whence come these creatures?
Why scars where they've trod?
Wings beating,
Forward straining,
Fleet Mercurial shadow-streaks
Probing such joy as my vanity seeks,
What will they find
And carry to God?
August 1976
(written when I fully accepted the
fact that sin was the barrier between
me and the Lord)
