Master, betrayed you not your own teaching
To keep our pearls in hand, away from swine?
Perhaps you prepared for overreaching—
A fault so unable to cause decline.
Your gifts, us men trampled into the mud,
Falling depraved into darkness profound;
Not wholly cleansed even by raging flood,
Begging for mere scrap, without any found.
Returning home, no sacrifice to give—
You sat waiting only for contrite heart.
In your embrace, again we long shall live,
As heaven and earth cheer for our new start.
O Father, let me never leave again,
Though, from the world, ‘tis so hard to abstain.
Hoping for Clarity 