March 1987

 

today is dead

that never should have lived

looking back I see

an untouched span of hours

I merely survived

 

can God be praised like this

can this neglect be excused

can I truly stand above

my human frailties

or do I remain here

feet planted firmly in mud

 

great Lord!

I need to praise you

loudly and often

forgive me please

for days like this