Give me a sign.
I am certainly not the first to make this plea,
Head bent humbly, legs weakened and
Nearly on my knees with despair.
I am certainly not the first to wish this in the
Solemnity of the night or the brilliance of day.
But maybe I am the first to make this plea
At your altar. Maybe I am the first to worship
This sadistic deity. How low must I be brought
Before I am worthy of a boon?
How far must I fall from grace before you
Lift me up and bring me into your sinful light?
Frederick Carl Frieseke's Lilies
I love you all,