God Who Dwells In This Resistant Clay

In this happy sanctuary where the green

Creeps through grasses and anoints the leaves

I walk alone where once her feet had been

And something deep within my being grieves,

For her hair dancing in the slightest breeze

Her eyes like diamonds lighting distant seas.

I am troubled by the demons of my past

The way is steep, my steps grow more unsure,

My thoughts are clouded over and the vast

Flame I was I cannot now endure.

A thousand thoughts assail the tortured mind

Where rise desires of the darker kind,

I hear the De Profundis of the soul

Suffering and the eternal cry

Of a spinning world where man has lost control,

Earth and life and hope in jeopardy,

And yet no force of darkness can delay

God who dwells in this resistant clay.