O bless me.
Am I going silent now?
O have I overnight been emptied?
If I could call these thoughts to come
to stand on this paper
I could read what I mean.
May I?  May I?

O bless me.
Now I seem to come apart,
to sink
inside this overwhelming, What can I do?
What have I made of all of these new days?
And forgive my despair.

O bless us
for we give our hearts to fear,
for so we give our minds to worry.
If I could brush this sorrow dust
from off of our faces
and see our joy again ...
May I?  May I?


[part of "Now In This Hush", from _Umbrella_, The Innocence Mission]