My heart is sick of being right.
Liars, fellow-cowards, fools caught
between God and Satan, listen!
Isn't it time for
honest yearning?
Haven't we had enough
of being too wise to trust?
I can take disappointment; I cannot
endure another year's prudence.
Roll back the sky, shatter
my face with a terror of angels
but make me yours, God!
Another stillborn Christmas
and another, and another?
Wake us! I've seen enough
of reasonable expectations.
Let me babble incoherent
prophecies of mercy coming, mercy here!
with only our need as evidence
and may the dead rise singing hallelujah
before I worry anymore
what people think!
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