Papa God, erm…it is I
The lad who ventur’d upon thy ladder
That stood against thy proud wall
The very one that bigot’d friend of thy Son
Crept up upon to have the-never-to-be peer
Upon thy manors, mountains and martyrs
…the fellow who follow’d his folly
And fell headlong in the field of blood
Whose belly burst and bowel swell
Aye, Hiscariot,
his blatant name
But I… I heard their resounding joy
The cloud of witnesses, I mean
And try as I did, I could not resist
A swerve past thy ageless law
So came I racing up thy ladder
To peer over thy proud wall
And …with what I saw
Came I here to my knees
Sombre with but one plea
From my earthen lips:
O so I may know their brokenness
That once won over such worldliness,
Papa, make me e’er so hungry
Make me so hungry
So it may kill me umpteen times over
O that one death more will be my heav’nly bride
That ought ride upon the loveliest crescent
Ever to have besieg’d mine eyes
That I may scourge my soul e’er so severe
O that he may humbly fall besides me
Whene’er I touch my knees to thy ground
So the nations may be mine and O thine
That I may deny my dozy eyes much sleep
And my weary shoulder the back-rest
O that I may tarry with the stars
And seat my bed-sick back by thy Bless’d Book
Even when the candlestick then so deprav’d
Wish he’d smother the flicker
Papa, make me e’er so hungry
That if there e’er be a creak
In the unflaw’d diagonals of thy throne
It'd be the thunder that sends me hurryin'
Tools in hand to mend the wedge
That if the loudest commun’d prayer be ne’er
heard
The faintest groan outta my gaunt frame
May rush the fleetin’ response of the knighted
cherub
That long after the harvesters are gone and far
remov’d
I’d yet glean and gather wheat meet for a legion
Papa God, wouldst thou make me so hungry
That the many scores of whom I’m so shy
May be the very throng that spin out
Naked beseechings from my asham’d lips?
Wouldst thou make me so hungry
That if the e’er so famed glutton
Should chance upon my ravenous appetite
He’d gladly give up the culinary evil?
Wouldst thou make me so hungry
That a dozen-dose of laden insight
Out from this hallow’d mystery
May be the very increase of my pangs?
O surely then, make me so, so hungry
That I may hurl myself e’er so hard upon thy
breast
That thy father-heart seems to me so motherly
That O the most unstable of thy waters
Without breakin’ her filmy backside
May sustain me upon her drippin’ tide
And that if my dead beat feet
Must travel the thirstiest mile
Just so you’d reach the remotest transgressor
I’d scamper there without no whine
Father, O Abba, make me e’er so hungry
That if all the longings
Should lay me to rest
To forever hold my peace
Then O I shall surely die
Just so I might prove thee o’er and o’er again
If it be for a time as many as my days
For then, while I lie in eternity-rest
The ripples thereof shall shatter men upon thy
altar
Nine generations even more
Till thy given-name be trumpet’d by sucklings
And O the countenance of these earthlings
Be the very illumination of thee
