Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the can*l
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the ban*l,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn word enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous gra** and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven