From my lips in their defilement, From my heart in its beguilement. From my tongue which speaks not fair, From my soul stained everywhere, O my Jesus, take my prayer!
The city tastes of the sea, rings saltpeter bells, sways its long arms of willow, licks the frightened bones of its planes, and flees in a tangled web of defection.
It sometimes happens when looking for Lost objects, a book, a picture or A coin or spoon, That something falls across the mind— Not quite a shadow but what a shadow would be In a place that lacked light.
We, then, following the holy Fathers, all with one consent, teach men to confess one and the same Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, the same perfect in Godhead and also perfect in manhood;