Song to the Moon

Why will you not

come to me. My

longing is so great.

Does no one hear

in this world

or in the beyond?

What hollow need

is left for me

to stroke within

my soul? What

troubled thoughts

lie uncomforted?

It is not right

of You, oh God

of love to be

so thoughtless

in Your will.

In this is flame

through which I

walk enough is

more than I can

stand. Unsinged

I wish that I

had been incinerated.