Dagmire
Puritan Board Freshman
There isn't much structure to this one, but I like it that way. It's untitled.
what a fretful beast
with maidenly paws
and devilish eyes
which dissect the wrong figure
i am painfully aware of the wrongness within me
it leaks from the seams
and takes hold too often
and what will it take
to awaken within me
some manner of manliness?
The Lord, no doubt, He is what He is!
then make me what You will!
for i know it's not this
so mend me, i say!
and mend me quickly!
before i make my departure off-schedule
and dare i threaten God on High?
the Holy One of Israel, He who made i?
i do. and moreso, now i say
it is You who captured me
and not for play
so play with me not, i beg, make haste!
and rid of me this vile and wretched distaste
that I have for all that is holy and good
if i could, then i would have withstood your move
if a more cunning one i could conjure
but i am no sorceror and You are no liar
and You're certain no lover of evil desire
so, then, make haste! and hastier still!
for i have but days to do your will
and i cannot bear the sin of my eyes
and i would not question, if you had misgivings
for the choice that you made to give me a beginning
an end, i see fitter, for a thing like myself
but my sight is proved faulty again and again
and it's to my chagrin
an assault on my sense
kill me! And if not, then turn me away!
from every bit of evil that within me lay
for i cannot stand to know You and sin
which is why, You can see, that i foolishly retreat
into darkness to try to find comfort in lies
but where can i go that you would not find me?
even hell itself is no refuge from You!
for was it not You who reached down into hell
to retrieve your Beloved when from You He fell?
and still, i ask, do make haste
though, i know it's at Your pace that i run this race
and if it was not
and i am glad it is
i would surely give up
and be dead in my sins
what a fretful beast
with maidenly paws
and devilish eyes
which dissect the wrong figure
i am painfully aware of the wrongness within me
it leaks from the seams
and takes hold too often
and what will it take
to awaken within me
some manner of manliness?
The Lord, no doubt, He is what He is!
then make me what You will!
for i know it's not this
so mend me, i say!
and mend me quickly!
before i make my departure off-schedule
and dare i threaten God on High?
the Holy One of Israel, He who made i?
i do. and moreso, now i say
it is You who captured me
and not for play
so play with me not, i beg, make haste!
and rid of me this vile and wretched distaste
that I have for all that is holy and good
if i could, then i would have withstood your move
if a more cunning one i could conjure
but i am no sorceror and You are no liar
and You're certain no lover of evil desire
so, then, make haste! and hastier still!
for i have but days to do your will
and i cannot bear the sin of my eyes
and i would not question, if you had misgivings
for the choice that you made to give me a beginning
an end, i see fitter, for a thing like myself
but my sight is proved faulty again and again
and it's to my chagrin
an assault on my sense
kill me! And if not, then turn me away!
from every bit of evil that within me lay
for i cannot stand to know You and sin
which is why, You can see, that i foolishly retreat
into darkness to try to find comfort in lies
but where can i go that you would not find me?
even hell itself is no refuge from You!
for was it not You who reached down into hell
to retrieve your Beloved when from You He fell?
and still, i ask, do make haste
though, i know it's at Your pace that i run this race
and if it was not
and i am glad it is
i would surely give up
and be dead in my sins