beloved Father
all i’ve known
and You are still
and shut to me

the west claims
me through my
sickened blood and
terms so foreign

i long for You
to open wide and
take me from
this abstract place

so autumn now is
here again and those
who’ve gone i can’t
replace; they were never here

Father of the east
call to me and claim
me as i am with
sullied heart

the broken bones
of battles lost
and smiles tainted
with grief

oh Holy One
in lone direction
let the Kingdom
come at last to me