Look you, I'll go pray,
My shame is crying,
My soul is gray and faint,
My faith is dying.
Look you, I'll go pray —
"Sweet Mary, make me clean,
Thou rainstorm of the soul,
Thou wine from worlds unseen."
by Sam HamillTo H.C. and J.H
It's strange, isn't it,
waking up to realize
one day that you've gone
over the hill, as they say,
and are facing the short side
of your string of days-
as Chuang ...