Father,

I have no good apart from you.

No good. Not one sweet breath,

Or escape from death.

No fresh spring rain

Or lilting refrain.

Master, I have no good apart from you.

Not one sunny day

Or lover’s nosegay.

No long night’s rest

Or pleasant jest.

No good. No good, No good apart from you.

My shell cracks and beauty fades

My wealth a generous waste.

Moments of peace, glimpses of beauty

Reveal as they melt – were barely a taste. 

But as I feel you fill my lungs,

Only faith and hope sustain me,

That I will see you with my own eyes.

Then this mirage I will despise.

I have no good apart from you.