God shall add
God shall increase
God shall add to the least of these
God shall add
God shall increase
God shall increase in harmony
I am in love, but only love what vanishes;
My heart wraps tightly around what would
be solid had it ever been conceived, though only grasps air:
the product of a life asleep;
And I can’t believe our sleep, we really are as good as dead when for all our living we close the front door and turn to dreams instead.
How weary; how restless; how hopeless; how already dead!
O Lord, grow my soul for the body will age at it’s pace.
Let me leave this prescribed way, for love is merely an answer in vogue and every story has been told. By your wisdom make me a man, for the world knows few but many children.