A Lament of 2007(Written in 2007)

Sweep thou gentle wind

Over ruin laid

In words said and penned

Neither love nor kindness paid;

But cold and bitter, 

Thus a winter made. 

Crash thou angry wave 

Over lofty walls; 

Thy fury dig a grave 

Bury doubtful calls. 

‘Til crumbling this 

Deceitful cover falls, 

And i am bare and worn 

And nothing born 

But sorrowed shell.

Forgive and save from hell

My deserving soul.

Yet! By thine blood 

Made whole. 

Shall I let go?

Concede to the blow?

Or bend to waves that pain?

So you might pervade?

Perceives so wrong

It is so right. 

If I seek to save, 

I lose. 

But in losing,

I’ll win this fight.