A Supplicant’s Homage

I’ve laid pros­trate beneath the moon,
To God I’ve raised my prayer,
I’ve let the blood seep out of me,
And stain the altar stair.

I’ve drawn the Breath of Ages,
I’ve sung the Song of Love,
I’ve lifted up my heart to Thee,
And begged of Thee above:

May Thee sooth my agony,
May Thee make me whole,
Bear me up upon Thy back,
Please, my heart console.

Lift me up and strength endow,
And send my love to Her,
Like resin on the embers,
Like frank­in­cense and myrrh.

And when Thy Prov­i­dence com­mands,
Allow my soul to flee,
To places where Her shadow,
Casts o’er the world I see.

And if Thou wilt con­spire,
To bring me ‘neath Her gaze,
Allow me this and this alone,
To love Her yet with praise.