An Anguished Prayer.

O sun

            O stars—

Wherest thou be?

Did ye not say by thy own

                      Mouth

That thou would always watch over me?

And did thou not speak words of truth

  And tell thy people

                 That they might do good

And live as ye would

                  In thy heavens?

That we may be as glorious as ye?

Thou dost speak lies!

            Lies! unto thy people!

 For neither shall we be glorified,

                  But we shall suffer for our mistakes.

Our human mistakes,

                        That we have no choice but to make.

Thou dost speak lies.

For if ye existed, ye would speak

     Unto me.

A prayer as insignificant as mine.