General (Vol. 2)


  1. Lord, I have left my faith too long
    A thing of static beauty, lacquered, smooth,
    A decorated echo of my childhood
    On which I have not tried hard to improve.
  2. I have proclaimed the faith with abstract relish
    But kept my own faith safely stowed away,
    Content with what is generally said about you
    But not intent on single things you say.
  3. To take this fragile beauty from its refuge
    Will risk great damage to its polished face
    But I must trust You to protect its essence
    In giving You more channels, time and space.