New Hymn

Source of all we hope or dread
 Sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan
 We hunt your face and long to trust
 That your hid mouth will say again: "Let there be light"
 A clear new day
 But when we thirst in this dry night
 We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children
 And when we strain to hear a steady homing bee
 Our ears are baulked by stifled moans
 And howls of desolation
 From the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
 Clawing at the gates for bread
 Even our own feeble hands
 Aim to seize the crown you wear
 And work our private havoc through
 The known and unknown lands of space
 Absolute in flame beyond us
 Seed and source of Dark and Day
 Maker whom we beg to be
 Our mother, father, comrade, mate
 'Til our few atoms blow to dust
 Or form again in wiser lives
 Or find your face and hear our name
 In your calm voice the end of night
 If dark may end
 Wellspring gold of dark and day
 Be here
 Be now
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 Thank you
 Thanks, we'll be right back